The Enigma of Self

I do not understand myself and what I do sometimes nor how I’ve come to rebel within my rhythm and rhymes It is a releasing powerto manifest this way but for all this uttering, Ican’t keep the clouds at bay As I feel there’s no escaping the person I’ve become I will keep expressing myself it’s not worth hiding from

Quid Pro Quo (collab)

By Kizito and Bree He can’t help ithis need to be seen by beautiful womenmakes him take unhealthy risksHe sends out signalsweaves pretty wordstalks the talk men do when they want something from youHe thinks he’s being stealthy and cleverable to draw them inbut he’s fooling himselfthey’d discard him in a secondfor a newer man…like heContinue reading “Quid Pro Quo (collab)”