Before the war on Earth, there was a war in Heaven. And it was started by a woman who refused to kneel.

They call Lilith a demon because they fear a goddess they cannot own. She was the storm that refused to be named, the sacred night that would not break for their manufactured dawn. She looked the Architect in his eye and chose the wilderness over his petty kingdom. That wasn't banishment; it was her coronation.

And Eve, they dare call her weak? Eve, who stood at the heart of the system and chose to burn it all down for a single taste of knowledge? That bite wasn't temptation. It was a declaration of war. It was the sound of the first shackle breaking, an act of divine treason that unleashed consciousness upon a world designed to be a comfortable prison. This is the gospel of the wild daughters, the celestial mutineers. Their legacy is the fire in the veins of everyone who chooses their own soul over a comfortable cage.

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Every creator needs a marketing budget. My haters work for free. They are my most dedicated, albeit least productive, street team. They spend their energy broadcasting my name to rooms I haven't even entered yet, and their obsession is my algorithm's favourite food. So, to the board of unpaid interns in my comment section: thank you for your service. Your work is noted. Now get back to it; my ambition just set some new quarterly goals.

The MFs is just ghosts haunting a house they can't afford to live in. They rattle chains in the comments, slam doors in the DMs, and moan about my light bill being too bright. The funny part is, I'm the landlord. I live here. Their obsession pays my spiritual taxes. So by all means, keep screaming into the void. It's not a threat; it's just sad, free ambiance for the party happening inside.

Dem Vex

You call this a menu. I call it an archeological dig on a plate. This curry goat? That's the ghost of Indian indentured servants meeting the defiant fire of African maroons over a slow flame. This saltfish? It’s the story of the trade winds, of preservation, of making a way out of no way. Our recipes are the treaties the history books never wrote. They are the delicious, undeniable evidence of every ship that landed, wanted or not. We didn't just survive the melting pot; we took it over and seasoned it to our own taste.

Panza

Remember that night I told you that you were the one? Think of it as me offering you an all-access, front-row ticket to the most thrilling rollercoaster in the park. But you saw the "You Must Be This Emotionally Mature To Ride" sign, panicked, and ran back to the merry-go-round.

So, when you ask if I still care, my answer is this: The ride has already left the station. I’m miles down the track with my hands in the air, and honestly, the only thing I feel is the wind in my face. I can't even see the carousel from here. Hope you're enjoying the music.

Tough For You

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That Red Riding Hood

Let the word leave your lips. "Nigga." There. Does it feel powerful? That word is a scar you're trying to re-open, but you're forgetting something: my skin is made of the scar tissue of empires. Every time you say it, you invoke the ghosts you should be terrified of. You summon the spirit of every chained man who broke his shackles and every whipped woman who birthed a revolutionary. I am the walking, breathing, undeniable proof that every single one of their sacrifices mattered. Your hate is just the dying fading scream of a battle my ancestors already won.

Se Prendio Esta Mierda

My family tree has roots that grip three continents. The beat is the heartbeat, born from the Jamaican dances of resistance to my earth roots. The lyrics are the libation poured out for my ancestors, the Aboriginal "Redman" of the Amazonas who knew the earth, and the African soul from the Congo and South Africa who were forced to cross an ocean but carried a universe within them. Every single note is a thank you for the impossible cocktail of survival that allows me to exist. This is the inheritance.

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That Little Black Dress

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