caught jaw-dropping. Great piece dear and dont slack

wow u really dope... wtf? y am i hearing of u now?

That's it, you have officially a new fan. Brilliant combination of delicate music, strong spoken word, and a wonderful irony punching just at the right level. Keep it up!

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I'm hungry for a daily piece from you....

Kaezy

For finding love, for making love, for loving, for losing love, for loving love, love for love, for Fantis, for Akans, for lovers, for lomnavas, for music lovers and forget it, for Ghana, forever, for forgiving, and for fortune...Fort Knocks


FANTI LOVE SONG

Nana Benyin & Ko - Jo Cue - Poetry's Back (Jodeci freestyle)

Nana Benyin - I Told You So (Prod By Juls)

happiest

He says “I love you” like it’s the last time
I say “I love you” like I want him to say it back
He says “I love you” to make up for mistakes
I say “I love you” to make way for mistakes
He says “I love you, baby sit right here”
I say “I love you, baby I want you nowhere near”

Chorus
Isn’t it both love baby?
Isn’t it all love baby?
Red or blue
Baby, black or white
Love is gonna thrive as long as we can make it work

My love is a religious abab rhyme scheme
His love is an ab,1,2,5,6,7,9,10
My love is “m3do wo akosi ewiey3”
His love is “one day at a time oh my baby”
My love is a tippity tippity toe
His love is a drip drip drop
Tippity tippity drip drip drop

Chorus

All Love

Annie don't wear no panties(3x)
I saw them in the bathroom stall I was there when she took them off
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

She who knows not about the bondage of the panties is naïve: forgive her.
She who knows about the panties and knows not that it is a bondage is asleep: teach her.
She who knows about the bondage of the panties and wears them not is free. Emulate her.
For what looked more beautiful than a freed bird in flight?
Rebel with a hot sauce
Rebel with no sauce
Rebel inciting wars
Rebel defying boxed laws
Rebel painting hope out of her deep sores
Rebel building houses out of closed doors
Rebel making beggars out of lords
Rebel purging dross by pulling down her draws
Everybody swears they know what’s right for Annie better than Annie herself does
They tell her: wear grannie panties or g strings,
wear lace panties or boy shorts,
slip on a good ol’ thong so the booty will pop
But Annie cares not what everybody swears they know because

Annie don't wear no panties (3x)
So fellas if you can't afford it I think you need to video tape record it
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

See, Annie is the pretty petite pretending
her prowess isn't patented.
Politely prying people’s perceptions and policing penile perversions
Preempting the extinction of the power of the promised land
Permitting the perusal of the perfect percussion from her thighs
Her body is a confessional.
You bow your head and tell your sins to her crucifix
Hoping for a hearing
Hoping for a cleansing
Hoping to be saved
You forget she’s a repentant saint reluctantly sinning
She may be filled with the Holy Ghost,
But she’s no saviour

Annie don't wear no panties(3x)
She was sitting on the front pew giving deacon Johnson them a good view
Annie don't wear no panties(2x)

She might have put a foreclosure sign on her morals
She might have been labelled the devil’s temptress for her looks
She might have a body not aesthetically built to please men
She might be wearing no panties
But thank God she’s brilliant
Thank God she’s relentlessly unapologetic
Thank God she has her own
Thank God likeability is not a prerequisite for her awesomeness
Thank God she’s an infinitely evolving creature who has not a care to give because

Annie don’t wear no panties(3x)
She was sitting on the bathroom sink having her a faucet drink
Annie don’t wear no panties(2x)


No Panties

I’m a member of the band, but I croon a different tune
Of why dismembered limbs of our world has not already been inhumed
Of how inhibitions strangle you till you’re better off mute
Of the road leading to narrow-mindedness and oh, how it can seduce

But I’m steady, my roots have been here long enough to know the soil
To connect the dots in order to predict next harvest’s spoil
And I swear on hashtagged burnt down cities
To love as consistently as I love hard 
until they look up to Africa like glorified titties

Bridge
There’s a funeral in my mind
been trying too hard to rhyme
tried to bind my words to the rule of sublime
Nobody said I could mimic greatness 
without the need to rhyme

We put language in cages and teach it tricks to get the people to praise
Spew a couple of words and wait for an applause like it’s a fourth generation Chevrolet
Look ma, I think I got a headache ma
They’re using too many big words ma
There are too many metaphors in her speech
I can’t hear it clear enough to break free
They’re too eager for the punchline and not enough for the message
She fell for dudes lying and never cared for their mind’s age

Repeat Bridge

The job of the artist is to think out loud
Your tongue became public property the minute you made a sound
You were given the pulpit so the masses could hear your stance
Not so you could jack off the fake preacher from behind the stand
Similes, metaphors, punchlines or puns
Your technique is at the bottom of the list of what should make us one
What is silence to an artist?
What’s a bladder to do if not to take a piss?

Repeat Bridge


P.O.A

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

I swear I have no panties on! 
Standing on the podium preaching about unification 
Talking about how the masses have been destabilized 
and how we need to quarantine the brilliant to enforce a revolution 
And somehow, nobody hears a thing 
But let me say that I swear I have no panties on, 
And suddenly, I have your attention. 

I was born in a generation where many of us live in a nonchalant mode 
Living life in the go-slow speed section 
because we consider our personal freedom as untouchable entities 
The average boy is walking in his peers shadow 
waiting for an opportunity to say, “Man, that’s dope!” 
The average girl is wondering how cute she looks 
in her tall boyfriend’s white tees 
And the youth don’t care about mass unemployment 
or cares to know what GDP stands for 
Because he’s driving in a car mother got him 
and he’s mooching off father’s hard earned sweat 
And he says he likes his women intelligent, 
but befuddle his mind and he’ll tell you, 
“Mami, I just want to see some ass” – that’s what he’s here for 
And she wants a smart boy, 
but not for what she can learn from him, 
only for the wealth he can create – man’s favourite pet 

And you want to just crash their heads together 
and subject them to their inner feelings 
Cause them to feel inside the structure 
of their paralyzed thoughts 
To question the identification details of their minds; 
are they citizens of their own freaking minds? 
Not hanging by society’s puppet strings, 
being actively enslaved by a system under the guise of education? 
Not fueling a system that has no hope of reaping benefits? 
And living their life such that society has to live up to their standard? 
Silence 
Nobody hears a thing. 
Nobody speaks a word 
I said I had no panties on, 
and everybody found their voice 

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

Naked Listeners

"What's going on? Tell me what's on your mind" That's all i kept asking her so i wrote a song about it.

Mi Ni (Go Away) (Produced by Kuvie)

Moved out of my comfort zone working with KMRU - Kenyan electronic producer. Round pegs is spoken word fused with electronic!

Round Pegs

MiDi KwaKwa ft. Jeff Ottis & Tony Bryte - Used to on all streaming platforms 

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/nl/album/used-to-feat-jeff-ottis-tony-bryte/1449686518?i=1449686519

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0AwxB9sakAYHJGKyq8GSzg?si=Y6a_-j5PTy-llP719B9sNQ

Used To (ft. Jeff Ottis & Tony Bryte)

Single

Love Brewed

Love Brewed w/ Bully [pr Kwame Universe]

Mother, off the http://smarturl.it/PoetraTAOAP album
Written & composed by Poetra Asantewa
Produced by Nii Quaye

The Anatomy of a Paradox

Mother

'Hurt' is an  Afro House record that allows listeners to take heartbreak from both perspectives. Two lovers trying to rekindle lost love. With guest verse by Nii Amu and production by Kuvie.

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