OG GDM

Half light. Half darkness.
Still standing.

There are whispers in the dark of the night—
voices that feed on your dreams,
plant doubt in your mind,
and slowly try to convince you that you’re not enough.

They’re parasites.
They feed on pain.
They feed on fear.
They feed on the moments when you question yourself.

But I’ve got this far.

And I’m not giving them the rest.

My scars are proof I survived the battle.
My voice is proof they didn’t silence me.

Rock • Rap • Metal
🪽 Voice of the Voiceless

I’m still here.
And I’m still becoming.

MY SCARS

You keep doubting me…
but I keep remembering me.

The version of myself that believed.
The version that kept going when nobody was watching.
The version that knew I was worth something before the world tried to convince me otherwise.

We all fight that internal battle:

Am I good enough?
Am I doing enough?
Do I matter?

Sometimes the deepest scars aren’t the ones people can see.
They’re the ones left behind by words, rejection, disappointment, and being made to feel like your heart wasn’t enough.

But I’m learning something…

Their doubt doesn’t get to define me.
Their pain doesn’t get to become mine.
And my scars don’t make me weak.

They remind me that I survived.

I may still be healing.
I may still question myself.

But I’m remembering me again. 🪽

And that’s where the healing begins.

Down the rabbit hole… 🐇

Sometimes the hardest battle isn’t the world around you.

It’s the voices inside your head telling you that you’re lost.
That you’re not enough.
That your dreams are too big.

The whispers keep coming.
The doubt keeps feeding.
The parasite keeps looking for another piece of you.

But I’ve got this far.

So I’ll keep walking through the madness.
Keep chasing the dream.
Keep finding my way back to myself.

Maybe I’m not lost.

Maybe I’m just becoming someone they never expected.

🎤 Rock • Rap • Metal
🪽 Voice of the Voiceless

OG GDM - Until I Say So … another unreleased track get ready here’s a little sneak peek

OG GDM - The Wind Blows … unreleased track 🎵

🎤 THIS DREAM IS MINE 🪽

Two weeks ago, a mother reached out to me with a simple request…

She asked me to write a song for her 5-year-old daughter, Habiba. ❤️

Habiba has a dream.

She dreams of becoming a world-class chef someday. 👩‍🍳🌎

So today, I recorded her song.

“This Dream Is Mine.”

Because a child should be allowed to dream about what they want to become—not about surviving, not about fear, not about what tomorrow might bring.

Just a little girl with a big dream.

And maybe one day, somewhere in this world, we’ll be sitting at a table eating something Habiba created herself. 🥹❤️

Until then…

Keep dreaming, Habiba.
This dream is yours. 🪽

They call me 4Real.

I call it being the voice for those who are still unheard.

Rock. Rap. Metal.
Pain turned into purpose.
And I’m not done speaking.

🎤 Voice of the Unheard.

Maryam’s story didn’t stop when the video ended. ❤️‍🩹

I recorded this back in mid-July, when Maryam’s account had finally returned. She was in good spirits that day, smiling and trying to hold onto some normalcy — even while shelling was happening dangerously close to where she was staying.

I never posted this video.

Now, weeks later, Maryam has shared another update, and this month has been incredibly hard on her. She’s been dealing with inflammation, pain, and the swelling around her eyes is difficult to miss. You can see the exhaustion and hurt in her face, but she is still standing and still trying.

This is why I keep coming back to these stories.

Because behind every post is a real person who has to wake up and live through what we only see for a few seconds on a screen.

Please don’t let Maryam become another story that gets forgotten.

If you can help, even $1 matters. If you can’t donate, share her story. Leave a ❤️. Say a prayer. Help keep people looking her way.

Maryam deserves more than survival. She deserves safety, dignity, and a chance to heal.

🤲❤️‍🩹

Some souls never got the chance to make it home. 🕊️

So let the angels carry them there.

For every child, every mother, every father, every innocent life lost in Gaza — may they finally know the peace they were denied here.

You are not forgotten.
Your names, your faces, your lives… they matter.

May the angels guide the lost souls home. 🕊️🤍