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Δ∙Ʀ∙Q∙ --> Altered Reality in Quotation

Lyrics and music production by Δ∙Ʀ∙Q∙

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📖 About

🌀 Circle of Life 🌀

This song is a journey through the memories that shaped who we are. It speaks of the streets we grew up on, the dreams that changed form, those analog days, and the struggle to find meaning in a digital age. It’s about the cycle of life — from chasing ice cream trucks as kids to juggling bills and trying to stay grounded as adults. I wanted to blend sounds and decades the same way we carry past and present inside us. It’s nostalgic, but also a mirror of right now.

🎧 Hit play, close your eyes, and ride the loop.

📼 #CycleOfLife #NewMusic #SoulFusion #BoomBapVibes

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🎙️ Lyrics

"Round and round, the wheel it turns...

Time gon’ teach and lovers learn..."

“Yo, I used to ride my bike past that drive-in movie place…”

“You remember that radio station? Damn.”

Let me build this for a second: listen close.

We all came from seeds, crackin’ concrete in the heat

Mama yellin’ through the screen, “Don’t track mud on my sheet!”

Had a crew with hoop dreams, some wanted fatigues

Others pulled rhymes outta notebooks, chasin’ the beat

But time got hands, it’ll twist your fate

Some got caught in the shuffle, others showed up late

We grew older: cold shoulders, chip on the plate

Now we tryna teach our kids what we barely could translate

“This is how the cycle of life goes

And the years, they come and they go”

“This is how the cycle of life goes

And the years, they come and they go”

Used to to chase down the ice cream truck with no shame Now it's credit scores, gas bills, and hunger games Backseat wisdom in a Volkswagen, puffin' on flame Uncles with old records taught me the soul's name

Saturdays, we mimicked our favorite DJs

Mixtapes on pause-play, no instant replays

Simple joys: a radio, a laugh, a beat

Now we budget our joy, feel the rush deplete

Remember the stoop talks, the crooked antennas?

One ear on the tape deck, other on agendas

We caught glimpses of the world from cassette hiss Now it’s filters, feeds, and the meaning we miss I used to draw dreams on the margins of math Now I'm sketchin' reflections with beats on the path It’s funny — the future we imagined was clean But now I scroll through it daily, lost in the screen

They said the 2000s would come with peace

But tension just shifted from streets to speech

And if that feels deep, just wait for the glitch —

It gets real weird when the voices go switch

(woo!)

(uou - eey)

Aey aey

We mocked the nine-to-five life like it was a disease

Now we rock pressed shirts tryna earn some peace

Funny how the suit and tie became disguise

For dreams we shelved just to survive (survive)

We said, “Never be them,” now we kinda are (aham)

Still spittin' wisdom at the neighborhood bar

But I ain’t mad (okay) it’s the rhythm of age

Grown man blues with the pen on the page

“This is how the cycle of life goes

And the years, they come and they go”

“This is how the cycle of life goes

And the years, they come and they go”

Aey Aey

Grew up on sidewalks cracked in the ‘80s haze

Old heads with boomboxes, preachin’ through the bass

Then the ‘90s hit — freedom, wild with the speech

We said anything, now they cancel what we teach

Back then, we vibed raw, no filters, no shame

Now every thought gets checked, like we caught in a game

Y2K came with the promise of light

New millennium, new minds — yeah, maybe we might

Now A.R.Q. is born, and some say I ain´t real

Well... none of you are,

We just bits and bytes and graphical art!

I try to communicate my truth fusion styles, doing my part

But now we scroll through opinions, drown in debates

Still divided, still fightin’, just changed the gates

We traded our vinyl for timelines and trends

But the cycles repeat: different faces, same ends

So what really changed?

Just the clothes and the screens

Still searchin’ for truth in a world of machines