[prod. stoic]

(((recorded on my phone))) 

u c me [throwaway]

The story of a boy from Bangkok, Westrand.

The Last: Boni's Odyssey

Who They Want Me To Be

when I saw 
a homeless man feeding pigeons
in a region 
known for corporate greed and high-priced religion
it had me prisoned for a moment
freezing in the cold wind
sprinkling the crumbs of what his stomach could be holding 
golden was the colour of his heart in that spectacle 
I guess the view
had me conscious of my shortcomings,
owning up to cases where my conscience was expected to
stand up 
but feet stumbled or preferred running.
moved 
I collected more evidence 
of how that small action was connected to a heavenness 
having less 
yet 
stretching in abundance
love is a magic to be flexed and be harnessed 
the garden of your compassion is ripe for harvest
farthest from all perfection yet regard this
as a call to play surgeon with unsteady palms
but I ignored, reset and carried on

I remain a slow dancer
(God speakin’ up)
(drums switchin’ up)
(thoughts interrupt)
(not living up)
(life getting tough)
(God give it up)
You gonn’ get the same answer
(I’m stubborn as ufck)
I remain a slow dancer

Fate chancer 
I throw die and I bet it all
no windfall wall cold on my spinal cord
faith tester
if I don’t die when heaven call
that small win means 
live this form till my final (inhale)
I don’t follow any scripture nor equation
when life hardens
I don’t slaughter for the ancients
I learnt to shapeshift in accordance to the current storm
torn tekkies 
dancing with the devil since a younger spawn
Maintaining balance people wondering which drugs I’m on
insane he hasn’t lost a marble many minds are gone
the trick is never tryin’ to sprint in a marathon 
keep a steady pace, never cross where the lines are drawn
slow your velocity 
that’s the philosophy 
ensure you watch your speed
in choreography 
I don’t mean you should follow in my footsteps 
the city ‘s mean and I doubt there’s many good left

right

back

fourth 

left

right

back 

fourth

Slow Dancer

wild suburb avenue

NERVOUS (feat. MayhemTheZyt & FOI)

impilo imuncu.
thanks ko lova uSmoky(Magesh) & Bournya for the surrealism nokuthinta isihloko esisemqoka.

life sucks (feat. $moky & Bournya)

Kno u ft Frstgry

3 birds pirched on a roof
Who dares to aim and shoot
Approach and bag the loot
Move through this life to the funk of my youth
Three great Danes in a coup
Talked to this dude at the spot for some clarity
A woke man tried justify sanity
With some clarity
This man told me that this life's riddled with calamity 
As we proceed through to Sunnyside don't run and hide
Gotta Behave like you know the street to survive 
Every sketchy corners a hive
Where niggas group in fives 
And they ain't really there to stand a line 
Just walk and mize 
Jealous boys never disguised to trouble their minds
But pretty women are the time of your life
With a case of black to summon the minds
Of those willing
When did more cash ever mean more women


Besides I heard you got a business now (no shit)
Guess it's non of my business now
Respectfully
Accepted the.. treatment from niggas who'd never step to me
I prove points
Literally
Cause I don't have a reason to lie
Unless it's on my bed
I never cut the ties that let me break their bread


Who gave this bee some knees
Honey this is not my trauma somebody said itss Vietnamese
I think it's a bar tender 
Who was versed in scripture and ironically was Vietnamese 
No shit 
Threats from a reeling disease 
And I'm still trying to make that paper 
Signs of the pearly gate
Going digital you smoke that vapor 
Subliminal messaging 
A smooth criminal entering 
Like the rebirth of Jackson 
The iron in my veins ain't Saxon 
My ancestry's in water 
My back story rivals Harry Potter 

I ain't feeding on that fodder 

I'd rather Catch a flame 
I'd rather catch a fucking flame ×3

Tell me why in life ke batla le shandapie 
Thunder thighs 
To get lost in the storm with a hundred lives
If we met 4 years ago I might have called you pumpkin pie 
anyway 
Healing from the wounds I made in February 
A blessing from the womb my makers very merry 

They put trouble out the womb now troubles on the move 
Hop to the louvre like un monstre en Paris 
With these genes negativity I parry 
I got thick skin from my family
My vibe like a summertime drive to an embassy
I'm tandem peace and I don't need your fallacies
Antagonists to challenge me
Call me weird trying to plant a seed
But I got seeds for days 
I'm the fruit from a decent age
It goes 


birds pirched on a roof
Who dares to aim and shoot
Approach and bag the loot
Move through this life to the funk of my youth
Three great Danes in a coup
Talked to this dude at the spot for some clarity
A woke man tried justify sanity
With some clarity
This man told me that this life's riddled with calamity 

Trouble In Pta [prod. Suffdaddy]

Last Letters (The Ep) - Know you are forever loved for love never dies

Reckless

Lucky Star

If you're wondering how I'm feeling... 

I just at a stail fatcook in the dark...

I think that explains everything

Lucky Star

Shanti Cullis

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