i made this during the month of ramadan. it was a time of deep introspection and self realization, a month of spiritual, emotional, and mental endurance. i have come out of it with a better understanding of who i am, where my roots are, and where i want to go. 

big ups to my akhi, nimzo, 
and 
big brother butta 
for all the support through this process.

days of fast [ep]

when the lonliness comes at night

facing fear

to begin

the redundancy of the day to day
the beauty in the boredom 
sometimes they create something
sometimes it makes you want to leave

[sketches of home]

a celebration of heartache and loneliness
left behind in a lonely town in the center of that state 
that taught me to let go

[ii will leave you behind]

but
its like im seeing life from the outside and
i cant get through
whatever is holding me back

[since ive been away]

أل شعب - the people

my country is in revolt
my brothers and sisters are in the streets
they are screaming crying demanding a change
when the current regime in place has no concern for its citizens
the people no longer live in fear of the consequences as a result
this one is for them

shoutout to the homie tenzin for coming through with the guidance

[al sha3b]

there was a place i used roam
a place that no longer exists
my memories
a relic of a past forgotten

theres no way to find it
no way to go back
exiled by nostalgia and warm nights

major shoutout to my bro ghostwriter for layin down the illest drums

[what used to be home]

Starting off as a point.
Finishing as a result.

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