"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Raised in the home of Hip Hop, Mind flows in rhythm, Instilling feelings, dispositions catering to healing. What else was left for a kid dealing with no home? Instead of staying in an Avenue that would've made the inner depths of our soil, My home?...
A stage, Is not a stage, But, A chamber of healing. I've bled. Lost my sense of hearing momentarily, As my voice box felt like it was coming to a close. All to pour out a tsunami that seemed virtually endless from the inner depths of my bleeding heart. But, One thing is for sure.... Continue Reading →
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