Monochrome Slipstream

Doctor Tara on the master-grid.

Inédit volume one. On y va.

Got the holographic foil shining right through the smoke,

Jordyn in the co-pilot seat,

shadow-work is bespoke. Writing the thesis in the middle of the Montreal

cold, Transmuting the BPD trauma into something made of gold.

We got the Berklee synthesis bleeding out of the synth,

Navigating the autistic grid like a labyrinth.

Pas besoin de validation,

the credentials are signed,

We are transcribing the magic of the neuro-divergent mind!

Bianca and Matilde keeping the harbor so secure,

We took the crisis and engineered the cure!

Welcome to the Ph.D.

of the Montreal street!

Where the

4K intensity and the synesthesia meet!

I see the geometry falling like rain on the glass,

Top of the global rankings,

yeah we’re leading the class!

C'est la fréquence sovereign,

claiming all of the space,

Transmuting the heavy static with professional grace!

Everything is Tiguidou, we are running the show!

Cognitive neuroscience mixed with the emo trap beat,

Every multisyllabic rhyme is an academic feat.

They tried to say I was lost,

just an immigrant ghost,

Now I’m holding the frequency that they’re needing the most.

I map the lines of connection,

the family of things,

Building an empire out of what the suffering brings.

Je brille dans le noir,

I am writing the laws,

Turning the system glitches into standing applause.

Thesis approved. I am the silence in the presence of the light.

Lucir... I shine.