S/O to r.aymon & Nastykidd for helping me out with the EP

Artwork by Sookai

DISTORTED LOVE.

Losses (prod.by TriggaNasty)

we are sand storms in our own way .
that sandstorm could be anything. 
My 1st encounter with original song made me emotional.
its a story of love ending and wanting to fight for it and simultaneously remembering everything in the past.

sandstorm cover

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Willing Listeners Forum - Kwaze Kwashisa [Prod Eyasebozi]

“4it”
Produced and written by Siseko Shaun Klaas.

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Okay. Sho, mf'ethu.
What's the memo to this life of yours?
Energetic invitations, make the party kind of tricky.
I make moves doubting my spirits making them with me.
Ndand'thandabuza, nd'thand' uk'buza are you with me.
My evolution is different so inquisitions I make are misinterpreted as witty.

But why fight, I'd rather have you connect with me.
The dots are scattered, these dalmatians don't have a pack.
I doubt you'll agree with me.
The broken/dotted line is often a sign, try move swiftly.

Take a ride with me.
To the parts of me shattered in pieces...
Life experiments conducted and I'm yet to have a thesis on 'em.

The more I live the more I see that I'm the demon.
And all external definitions lose their meaning.
It doesn't matter how fancy the box you'll sleep in is...
We all rot at the gates of death, leave your costume behind, you won't need it.

I've learned so much indulging in this life of lack.
If I could go back, I would...
But what is there more to gain, than pain of seeing my grandma in pain pipe in her veins.
Sometimes I despise my brain.
These memories play like tapes.

They tell me hold on, I'm used to it, now I drape.
The gratitude I have for my life is the new escape.
Give thanks for the newest grace.
Nuanced to a different taste.
It's like they stay recording, obsessed with the newest take.

It's either I use or waste, realised being in the middle was a mistake.
One I was willing to make...
Afraid of letting the cookie crumble.
But I knead the dough...
And now I have do-overs on whole cakes.

What's your story?
I know it sounds like I have a lot to say.
But everything expressed is based on my observations.
Honesty is key to unlocking your heaven's gates.
For the longest it was like my skull was made of metal plates.
Regurgitated the poison expecting to get some grapes.

The water was devine, but I think the wine was laced.
The medicine was mine it splattered all on my face.
And met the tip of my tongue, my karma was set in place.

This is not a song, it's a ritual.
Far from the usual.
A big relief to something personal only you would know.
I had to dig deep for this funeral.

Now it's like I stand alone at a urinal.

alma del niño - Swilo Yini Nkatanga (acoustic version)

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Summer Of 16

Pressure Makes Diamonds

Embrace the dark or fear it forever 

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