Sometimes I don’t produce. No beats. No drops. No export button. Just silence. Or that low nervous hum in my head that refuses to take shape.
So I write. Not to sound smart. Not to fill space. I write because something needs to leave before it hardens.
Writing is my raw material when sound hasn’t found its body yet. Thoughts that can’t dance. Anger without BPM. Euphoria without a kick.
If I don’t write, everything starts to blur. Ideas lose their edges. Everything feels the same. Replaceable. Writing keeps me sharp. It separates noise from substance.
Some texts turn into tracks later. Some stay text forever. Both are fine. Not everything needs to end loud.
I write to listen to myself. To figure out what’s actually going on before I pretend it’s just an arrangement issue.
Producing is craft. Writing is a seismograph. You need both. Leave one out and the whole thing tilts.
And sometimes writing is simply the only honest thing to do when you can’t handle a beat.