Khago & Vigilant - Live Me Life [Frass House Riddim | JJevafrass Productions 2014]

Late light hitting your jawline clean,
Cherry-red glare where your lips have been.
You lean in close with that slow-burn pull,
Heat in your breath turning subtle to full.

Every move you make is a quiet command,
Tracing my waist with your unhurried hands.
I feel the rush start low, then climb—
You taste like midnight pressed in rhyme.

Your touch writes stories down my spine,
A cherry stain in every line.
I feel the spark before you speak—
Your mouth is fire, your voice is sleek.

Red on your tongue,
I see the color rising slow.
You take one breath
and every part of me knows.
Red on your tongue,
you never touch me the same—
You pull me under
just by saying my name.

You drag your teeth where my pulse ignites,
Cherry warmth blooming under dim streetlights.
I hold your gaze and the world tilts down,
Your hands map heat like they own this town.

Soft tension climbs in a hush of air,
Your tongue finds truth I never meant to share.
The taste of me lingers when you pull back—
A deep red trail along your track.

Your grip, your breath, the way you sway—
You paint me open in every way.
A cherry echo on your lips,
A slow confession in your fingertips.

Red on your tongue,
yeah, I see the hunger there.
One slow touch
and I’m lost in the way you stare.
Red on your tongue,
baby, look what you’ve begun—
You take my breath
and swallow it whole as one.

Pull me closer, let the heat unwind,
Cherry pulse beating into yours and mine.
Your mouth writes promises across my skin,
Every syllable pulls me deeper in.
Red flicker glowing in the dark—
You leave your claim like a burning mark.

Red on your tongue,
dripping slow in the fading light.
You taste my name
like it’s setting the night alight.
Red on your tongue,
you don’t have to say a word—
The way you breathe me in
is the sweetest thing I’ve heard.
Red on your tongue…
and I’m already undone.

Red On Your Tongue

In a world that echoes with borrowed dreams,  
We chase reflections, lost in silver streams.  
Masking our colors, we blend and conform,  
But deep in your heart, there's a fire that warms.   
Self-love is the treasure we’re longing to find,  
In the shadows of doubt, let your spirit unwind.  
Too many voices, too many demands,  
Embrace your uniqueness, let go of the plans.  
Oh, the beauty of being, just as you are,  
In the silence of self, let your true light spark.  
Every scar tells a story, every flaw a grace,  
In this dance of existence, find your own pace.  
Self-love is the treasure we’re longing to find,  
In the shadows of doubt, let your spirit unwind.  
Too many voices, too many demands,  
Embrace your uniqueness, let go of the plans.  
So cast off the chains of comparison’s hold,  
Step into your power, be brave and be bold.  
The world needs your light, in the colors you play,  
Every heartbeat whispers, it’s your time today.  
Let the world see you, in all of your glow,  
For the magic of living is in letting it show.  
Remember, dear soul, as you journey and roam,  
The most beautiful song is the one we call home.

Echoes Of Borrowed Dreams

Album Description — Spiritual Warfare: Keep Your Demons
This album is my testimony — the truth of what I lived through, what I survived, and what God revealed to me in the darkest season of my life.
I was pulled into a third, forth, fifth‑party situation by someone who claimed he loved me. He told me he was divorcing, told me to wait, told me to trust him.  And I did — not because I’m naïve, but because God placed unconditional love for him in my heart.  I had never experienced this kind of love, it had never been my nature to love anyone like this. Normally, one lie and I’m gone. No second chances. But this was different, and I didn’t understand why until much later.
As time passed, the truth unraveled. It will be 2 years on February 28, 2026
He wasn’t divorcing.
He wasn’t committed to any of us. 
He was hooking up with multiple people, playing everyone, lying to all of us while pretending to be the victim. 
And while he was doing that, he was also moving in darkness — binding spells, destiny‑swap attempts, humiliation rituals, manipulation, and spiritual attacks meant to break me. They saw me as competition when I was at my lowest. They wanted my gifts, my light, my calling. They wanted to silence me. They wanted me gone.
But God had eyes on the inside.
God showed me everything.
Shady Activity. Drug Addiction. Sex Addiction. Dark magic.
The very things they thought would elevate them became their downfall.
And through all of it, God protected me.
There were moments when the spiritual attacks were so heavy that I could feel them physically. They wanted me to destroy myself. They wanted me to collapse under the weight of their rituals. But even in the darkest moment, when an intrusive image flashed through my mind, I stood firm and said, “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m doing that.”
Because the only thing I fear is God — not people, not demons, not darkness, not death.
God surrounded me with war angels.
God sharpened my discernment.
God strengthened my intuition.
God kept me alive.
Every attack they sent became a lesson.
Every curse became a classroom.
Every shadow became a revelation.
I learned how to stand, how to see, how to return what wasn’t mine to carry.
And I realized something powerful:
I was placed in this season on purpose.
Not to be destroyed — but to expose what needed to be exposed.
Not to fall — but to rise.
Not to fear — but to testify.
This album is the sound of my awakening.
It’s the story of how I broke free from manipulation, spiritual warfare, and deception.
It’s the record of how God turned every attack into wisdom, every betrayal into strength, and every wound into a weapon of truth.
These songs are my voice, my clarity, my strategy, my survival, and my victory.
I move in silence until God tells me to speak — and now I’m speaking.
Through lyrics.
Through testimony.
Through truth that reaches the world.
Spiritual Warfare: Keep Your Demons is not just an album.
It’s the declaration that I know exactly what was done.
I know who did it.
I know why.
And I know that God saw it all — and protected me through every moment.
This is my story.
This is my season.
This is my purpose.
And this is only the beginning.

Christopher Martin - Incredible

21st Hapilos Digital Distribution

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