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Twintail Jerry's Rap Songs
On a random wall in a corner of the slums, a white-haired Omina uses cheap red paint to write a tagline he thinks sounds cool as hell. Surely, this piece of graffiti is going to make people see the depth and size of his soul...

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But then it didn't do that, and nobody cared.

Jerry's rap has slowly grown in popularity in Meiaquar, from some dirty street rhymes, to some proper songs that have gotten him a bit of recognition. The songs he showed on stage have been performed a few times, and as such, his rhymes are somewhat out there in the collective conscious of the Meiaquar urban youth scene. Good luck trying to read his notes though...
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Meiaquar Unity
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Yeah. Yeah.
Twintail Jerry, Yo.
No bullshit, right now, man. Nothin’ but real shit.
Shoutout to our fallen, yo.

I was born in the grime, grew up in the trash
I was raised into crime, had to rise from the ash

Yeah. I got the soul o’ this city injected in my veins.
I got blood on my hands, never broke my chains, yo.

Yeah. Yeah. It’s crazy how you can go from bein’ nothin’
To feelin’ close to something like lovin’.

To fuckin’ nothing again, fallin’ down again
You’d think after this all, I’d be used to pain. Yeah.

Yeah. I saw my sister’s life fading from her eyes, yeah.
I saw the city burn, my familia’s cries, yeah.

I raged against the tide, against this fucked up fate,
Never stopped the ride, risin’ from the hate, yeah.

Now I’m seein’ money, the shadow of my city.
The cops in fancy shoes, those who pay their dues,

I’m seein’ ghosts of a city used to mean something,
My ancient enemies, sittin’ as the king.

I’m feelin’ it go past me. (Yo)
don’t recognize my city. (Nah)
All the hate of the past. (Yeah)
Is still holding on to me.

Yo. Yo. Tell me why. (Yo)

So fuck all y’all, I’m nothin’ but a shadow
I’m a fuckin’ rat, escapin’ the deathblow.

Yeah but I think it’s time, to let the old dogs lie.
‘Cause when I ask the night, it doesn’t tell me why.

Nah. I’m done with this, crawlin’ in the past, yeah.
I’m lookin’ at our city, nothin’ but outcasts, man.

Nothin’ but the ghosts of this fuckin’ place, man,
Hauntin’ our souls, ya see it in our face, yeah.

We all got chewed up, n’spit out, by this fuckin’ town,
The rythm of the streets, tryin’a bring us down, man.

Yeah. Yeah. Uh.
Hear it, yo, fuckin’ comin’ clean.
Least we share one feelin’
FUCK Geladyne.

A somewhat controversial piece due to its final verse, it's mostly remembered for that part. It's a song about growing up in misery and how the shared experience of the hardships of Meiaquar is or should be something that brings Meiaquarians together. It's also about Jerry forgiving certain people for past conflicts. The part about Geladyne is meant to be a conclusion saying "Well, we all got screwed by Geladyne one way or another, so we have that in common at least".

Father of Rap
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Yo, uh, uh, yeah.

I’m not goin’ nowhere, yo.
This my city. This shit right here’s all I got, bitch. The one thing you can’t take from me.

Yo. The wind is turning, the crows are calling.
The twisting hand of fate, around my neck, I’m dying, yo.

How can you be a man, up against the rain?
Every wakin’ hour weathering the pain, yeah.

We’re all dealt a hand, tryin’a make our way,
Through the path of fate, day after day.

Wonderin’, really, where the fuck you’re going.
Only thing you can do? Start fuckin’ joking.

The years go by, where’s the ones you loved?
Gone, away, memory drowned in blood.

`Yeah, all these bitches wanna say that I ain’t got what it takes.`
I’m a fuckin’ piece of shit, I don’t get the stakes. Yo.

But they ain’t got the balls to drop the bars on stage.
Too busy followin’ the law and rattling their cage, yo.

I’m just spittin’ the shit, nobody wants to say,
No money in my pocket, so I have to pray.

Yeah I’m on my knees, gazing at the stars.
Yeah the endless sorrow, drown it in the bars, yeah.

I’m here to break the seal, let the blood spill out.
Scratch the healing wound, erase all the doubt.

That’s ‘cause **I’m pukin’ out words like a bad disease.**
I throw open the gates, throw away the keys, yo.

The flow’s comin’ out, that’s the truth of art.
The rap’s in your blood, can’t be cleaved apart.
Mh. Mh.

Yeah yeah, we’re-
Born in this prison, island like a trap.
I’m the son of a whore. The father of rap.

The song mentions loss, misery and ill fortune as elements that make it difficult to go on. Then it mentions the use of humor and nihilism as a coping mechanism, but perhaps hints that rap is a better way. This song is ultimately about rap itself, and how it allows one to express themselves and deal with hardship, like any art. It also expresses Jerry's pride in his ability to persevere, and of course, his rap skills.

I'm Gonna Let You Down Again
Link to the full song performed by me: 

Yo yo yo.
Twintail Jerry.
Yauh. Let me get real with ya, yeah.
This one goes out,
To all you motherfuckers out there who couldn’t even say goodbye, yo.


Yo. I’m walkin’ through the streets, that I call my home,
I’m seein’ all these brothas tryin’ all alone, yo.

Dancin’ to the tune, wind in their hair,
Slippin’ on by, trying not to care,
Brotha on Korvara can’t rely on none, yo.
Turn your back a moment and they’re on the run.

Hold ‘em in your arms, watch ‘em slip away,
Only time you know they’re here for sure is today.

[Spoken Normally]

Yeah, yeah..
No blood spillin’, yauh.

Yeah. Yeah.
Dust in the wind, yo.


How many times, they gonna break your heart?
Give your love, and they still fall apart.

Parting ways, through the waves o’ fate.
And you? You’re gonna carry that weight.

Yo. . . Yeah. . .

Yeah, and you can’t fuckin’ say, that I didn’t try.
Gave my heart away, stakin’ all my pride.

Draggin’ my soul out the dark abyss.
Tears on the page, no farewell kiss.

That’s how it is, in this prison cell,
It’s over before you hear the bell.

That’s why I can’t love again.
Only thing I got, is this fuckin’ pain.

Hear it y’all. . .

I’m gonna let you down, yo.
I’m gonna let you down.
I’m gonna let you down.
I’m gonna let you down.
I’m gonna let you down.
I’m gonna let you down.

I’m gonna let you down again, love.
I’m gonna let you down again, love.

(repeated till the beat ends)


That’s it.

(Mic Drop)

The song begins by describing people of Korvara as going with the flow and not seeking out strong attachments, because they don't last. This song is mainly about the experience of sudden loss, especially unexplained or difficult to make sense of. It's a meta reference to when people simply stop playing a character connected to yours, leaving you to figure out a way to incorporate the unexplained loss into your own character's story. It also speaks broadly of loss, and how it affects one's ability to love again in the future.

The last part is Jerry's specific relationship with "Love", in this case referring to long-term relationships, and how he's unable or unwilling to pursue those due in part to having experienced a lot of loss, but then more specifically the guarantee that he will let his partner down. It's hinted that he will take the role of the one who disappears without a proper explanation. The reasons for this aren't clear yet, but it suggests he's done it in the past (gonna let you down again).

Note: "Blood" in the last part refers to blood ties, his biological family.


Yo yo yo yo bro check out my mixtape! Bro, check out my mixtape yo!
Yo here's a link to my soundcloud bro, listen to this shit bro.

Bro, nothing but real. Nothing but real shit.
Nothing but the realest bars from the depths of my soul, homie.

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Bro, you got a smoke?
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this is so fucking real
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Yo, Twintail Jerry. . .
Yo, how’s a guy supposed make it.
When you already fightin’ for your life.
Gotta run

[Verse 1]
Gun in my hand, walkin’ on the road.
Hunted by the ghosts, carryin’ the load.

Shadows on my heels, calling from the grave,
I’m always gonna be a motherfuckin’ slave.

The blood on my hands dripping on the mirror
Every time I run away, the future is clearer

Waiting for the day where I’m born again
Alone again, gotta catch the train. . .

Want to be free
Want to be free
It’s the lonely road. Desperado.

[Verse 2]
And the trees are green and overhanging
Feather-light, free, and everlasting

My soul is burning, my gun is smoking.
The sun is callin’, can’t see the morning.

Every fuckin’ day, down to the wire.
Nothing in this world can quench the fire.

Not love, not death, not screams in the night.
No peace, no money, run into the light.

Want to be free
Want to be free

[Verse 3]
The ghosts are coming. Baby, I’m leavin’
I’ll be gone far away, when the sun is rising.

That’s it. Always on the run.
It’s over. Yeah we had our fun.

One light, one flame, when it’s cold and dark.
One touch, one kiss, tryin’a chase the spark.

One dream of a day where it’s all okay.
Shit, they found me. Sorry I can’t stay.

It’s a lonely road. Desperado.

A song about how Jerry's chaotic life and fleeting relationships have led him down a lonely path. It first talks about how his past haunts him and prevents him from living a normal life. It elaborates on the fact he doesn't feel satisfied with any endeavors as nothing he does fills the void in his heart. He yearns to be "free" of this cycle and of his past, feeling trapped in a constant state of having to run. Then it further talks about the pursuit of temporary comforts in other people and how it never lasts, in part due to his past once again. The gosts of his past aren't only literal though, but also a representation of the person he has become as a result of his experiences, a person who is trapped in this lifestyle. Someone who has known only chaos, instability and crime, and can't mentally adapt or try to settle down, always chasing the highs of his former life despite how awful it was.

"Desperado" is the lonely outlaw who is always on the road, and is never satisfied. It's a word that tries to encompass his identity and struggle.
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Children Of Meiaquar
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Let me tell of a time from the city of crime that those outside could never know
Us kids back in the day, lived under skies of grey,
Playing in the alley,
And relying on ruse, in houses of abuse, we learned to raise ourselves
That’s where we faced the days, stealing for meagre pay, that’s the Meiaquar way.

Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. It always meant… Born in the mud.
Meiaquarise. Meiaquarise. Hands of a child, soon stained in blood.

In those little cafes, we were many always, dreaming of better days.
Though struck with misery, we knew of trickery, hoping the day would come
Where lady luck would smile, the triumph of our guile, would bring riches and glory.
Seeing the rich parade, in mansions where they stayed, while on our knees we prayed.

Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. It always meant. . . Dreaming of gold.
Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. Envy and pride, to ward the cold.

Singing about the old days. Singing about himself and so many others. About the city. He was almost pleading. Reminiscing in bittersweet nostalgia. Looking off in the distance. . .

On the streets of my home, where the merciless roam, we were forced into violence.
To survive, become strong. Watch your step, who you wrong, and learn to make them fear.
With a gun in your hand, the respect in this land, you must earn through brutality.
Walking over the dead, leave behind those who bled, never lower your head.

Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. It always meant. . . Want to be free.
Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. The ones we hurt, are you and me.

And when I walk the streets, of this city in peace, and remember my family.
My brothers and sisters, fallen to the victors, and though I mourn the days,
I see again the light, of knowing when I fight, the others are here with me.
That’s what it means to be, the children of the sea, we are together free.

Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. It always meant. . . La Familia.
Meiaquarise, Meiaquarise. It doesn’t mean anything at all.

A song about Jerry's childhood, and the shared experience of growing up in the poor areas of Meiaquar. A song about the struggles of needing to fend for oneself and rising in a world that gives you nothing. It's a song from the heart, a tale of sorrow, and a love letter to the city of Meiaquar.

This song leaves little to the imagination, despite being quite poetic. It simply explains his story, his upbringing. The conclusion of the song is that all of those things are now gone forever. He will never again know the highs and lows of that chaotic life, though he seems to have somewhat come to terms with that fact.

It's also a song of unity. Perhaps an attempt to bring together the people of Meiaquar. Like a brutal national anthem...

That’s what it means to be, the children of the sea, we are together free...
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Walk Into The Sea

Yo, Fairview, what’s good.
Twintail Jerry, yo.
We say it how it is.
Sound straight from the slums, y’all.

No more running away.
No more faking it.

[Verse 1]

Son of a whore, blood in my nose,
Down on my knees in the gutter I rose.

I never chose, a victim to those,
That own everything in a system of crows.

A sky made of stone, only thing we own,
Is the rags on our backs and the hate in our bones.

I seen, the fear in their eyes,
All of my brothers who ran out of lies

The echoing cries, the blood in the skies
Of a people that dies with their eyes on the prize.

Chasing a life, free of the strife
Looking for peace on the edge of a knife.

Yeah, we scream.
Voice of a people who shattered their dreams

All, must pay.
The only way out is the meiaquar way.


Always remember where you came from.

Not going gentle into that good night.

[Verse 2]

Cashin’ out the checks
Living in the sun.

Nice fuckin’ suits
And no need to run.

Shit turned around,
No more barrel soup

Rose up from the bottom,
Yeah, I’m the living proof.

Got a bad bitch, raven hair like the night,
Up here in the light, ain’t no need to fight.

Got that true love in my soul, chasin’ out the cold.
Payin’ bills with my sound, living life in gold.


(Singing x2)
Take my hand, walk into the sea
Oh, lord, set my brothers free

I spent too long topside, man
I can't keep this shit up, man.
I can't keep doing this.

[Verse 3]
Cold chills, prison cells.
Locked in, bars of steel.
Set them free, in your wisdom.
Locked in, bars of a system.

We was running with the gang,
Yeah that’s where it at began

Tell me we ain’t fuckin’ done
We were second to none

We was doin’ fuckin’ pills,
Wash the fear with deadly chills.

We got everything to gain,
All our money down the drain.

We were running the streets of a city in pain,
Money and pride all like tears in the rain

And the death of a soul of a people undone,
The screaming of mothers, the smoke of a gun

The blood on the stones and the men on the run
It’s the hope of the day that we stand as the one

Drug houses and cells and the prison of pride
I got tired of lies, I got nowhere to hide!


We are not the same.
We’re not the same. . .
Peace out.

A song about the old times, about how far he's come. And now, it's time to go back.
They gang, we gang. But we are not the same.

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