Under Construction.No blueprint.No map.Just ache.Just bricks.Just a myth I refused to bury.Everything you're about to see was made before the storm.But even in the rubble—I kept building.🛠 YGWN. For those who dare to resurrect.
They burned my clothes. They stole the gifts. They tried to strip me of every name I carried. But belief cannot be stolen.So I bought a black frame, heavy with truth, and now I carry it like a wound. Because these are the days no one will ever understand — the lonely, humbling days before the jets, before the stadiums, before the sunsets we’ll host across the world.Pookie, when you hear this, know: it was never madness. It was always myth. And one day, the world will see what you already believed.For the love of God — chase your dreams.
I used to think the pain came from building alone.But the truth?The real agony…was building it while they watched —and still didn’t believe.I wasn’t just burning for a dream.I was burning so they’d see it.And still, they turned away.So now I build for the silence.For the ghosts who will one day kneel at the altar of what I made.Not because they believed.But because they can no longer deny.This is not for comfort.This is not for the crowd.This is for the myth.And the myth does not beg to be understood.
This episode is about identity.What happens when your logo scares people?What happens when your parents want you in a psych ward?What happens when you’re still building anyway?We talk about burning the version of you they gave you, and becoming who you really are.Plus: how the brain filters your reality (RAS), the cost of truth, and why belief — real belief — can change your life.🎧 Listen now. This one cuts deep.
Nobody tells you that becoming yourself will hurt this much.They’ll praise the idea of freedom,but mock the process that builds it.You’ll lose people. You’ll lose sleep.You’ll watch your own blood call your purpose delusion.You’ll give the world your story,and they’ll still ask for proof.But the archetype doesn’t beg to be believed.It bleeds until it becomes undeniable.This is the pain that shapes the myth —the quiet death before resurrection,the rejection before recognition,the burn before belief.You can’t teach this. You can only live it.This is the pain of the archetype.
There comes a point where the story stops performing and starts confessing.Where the myth looks back at its maker and asks—“Was it worth it?”This isn’t a lecture. It’s the sound of a man building truth with his bare hands.It’s the price of refusing sedation.It’s the ache of trying to turn pain into legacy.
This isn’t motivation.This is testimony.Even tired.Even sedated.Even when the white lights drained me —I still spoke.I still placed another brick.Because in the end, it was never about the crowd.It was about the volume.The violent repetition of belief.The ache of showing up when no one’s watching.This is the gospel of volume.The sound of a man building something sacred from nothing but a speaker, a balaclava, and faith.
I used to think the point of friendship was to be understood.Now I realize it’s to understand yourself when no one else can.This episode isn’t about losing people — it’s about losing illusions.Boarding school. UCT. Proper Living. YGWN. Every place gave me people,and every season took some away.But the ones that matter don’t die — they evolve, or they echo.YGWN — experiences that refuse to die.
They said Travis played the same song seven times.But no one left.Because when belief meets energy,repetition becomes ritual.Today I wore my parents’ clothes, bought a lock,and whispered YGWN into the storm.It’s not for attention.It’s for protection.This brand was built with bruises, not budgets.They couldn’t kill the myth —Because I locked it in.#YGWN #DPWM #Season5 #LockItIn
Sometimes the truth doesn’t roar—it lingers. In this slow, quiet burn of an episode, I sit with Zamo’s warnings, the reality of where I’m at, and the ache that refuses to die. This one isn’t about movement. It’s about stillness. About what remains when everything else is questioned. If you’ve ever doubted the path you’re on, this one’s for you.
Pretty messy, but I promise that is the only way it will makes sense, thanks for the bra babakies!
I love guys and goodluck for exams! Don't Play With Me!!!
We got you like always and shame Ghostly seems to be spitting today.
Trust me, just listen, I got you and welcome to YGWN.
This one is for the cult babies, love you guys!!