"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A drop out from the school of Conformity, yes. A graduate from the school of being yourself? Most definitely... Striving, I am, to live within a domicile built with every piece of love that exists on planet Earth. But what are those pieces exactly? Its physical manifestation? And, how do you possibly obtain them? I've... Continue Reading →
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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