Following on from his phenomenal sold out show “Not A Role Model" last August and his “London,I”, a luminous love-letter to London, this 4-track EP is a sensational collection of poems which includes the heartfelt “City Called Home” featuring poet Awrt, as well as the profound “Notes on Ewer Street”.

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slum poetry

prod by. @FreddyWinter

LYRICS:

I’m still searching for the meaning of life
because the Oxford dictionary definition betrayed me.
Convinced me that life could be categorised into a series of sentences,
maybe that works for prisoners, but I’ve always wanted to be free.
Free like the skies and the sun,
but  if I'm a star, then I'm a falling one,
Because I plan to make an impact.

Because life can be confusing 
when one of your grandma dies, and your mum and her sister aren't speaking,
so their their literally each sideeying each over the coffin.
Love might aswell just be a 4 letter word on a doctors note that gets prescribed to those that are lonely, way too often.
But when the medicine doesn't make you better, it makes you bitter! 
When a love doesn't make you better, it makes you bitter.

She told me nothing lives in her heart anymore
it's a Bando!
Her last lover didn't even thank time to pack his stuff
so his memories are littered all over her flaws.
So give me an average chick over a bad bitch,
Nah that's BS because my wife is fine as hell,
n I got too much love for the coloured girls.
And my cousin wants to be a Kardashian,
that's cool as long as she acknowledges that not every guy is a Kanye West
and that there is very minimal reality shown, in a reality show.
Will she recognise the face in the mirror when the cameras are off?
You try telling a confident 21 year old black woman that perfect doesn’t exist. 
That it's merely a figment of our exaggeration.
 
Are we still chasing the same goals as we did when we were kids? 
Back then we made goalposts out of jumpers, stones and sticks and it was still lit
now we shoot for the stars,
never once taking time to admire them.

Maybe life moves fast,
One minute we were in the playpen, then on the playground to the play station to the playboys and the play house.
But we hardly play now, well some of us play the lottery.
My girls mum thinks one day she will win the lottery ,
how do I convince her that with 7 kids she's already won it 7 times.
How can young parents seeing kids as a mistakes, not the negatively impact on how the kids will eventually see themselves. 
So we walk around believing that we were never meant to happen,
Like our lives were a mistakes on a test that we were too high to take seriously 
Like our lives were a mistakes on a test that they failed
I’m still searching for the familiarity of that red and white stripe, I’m still searching for Waldo, I’m still trying to find Nemo..
…am stil searching for the meaning of life
or is life about searching for meaning.

Prod. by: https://soundcloud.com/freddywinter

notes from ewer street [prod by. freddy winter]

people just do nothing

prod. by @beatsbysavon

LYRICS
I was stripped of my childhood,
At the age of 16 I walked naked in manhood
my parents were Rolling Stones
no they were never in a rock band or on the cover of a magazine
it's just that they never hung around enough to gather any moss
trips back and forth to Africa, in search of better life for us
always made me feel like the one we had wasn't good enough
so me and my sisters harvested ourselves
trying to see the fruits of my labour hanging from my family tree
but you see it's hard to grow trees in London City
My the age of 17, I knew that walking a certain way would have consequences
If my pants hang too high around my waist, and my trainers were slyly out of date
I might aswell have been walking with a target painted on my back
You learn to do adult shit real quick
like you learn add base in your voice when asked questions
you learn to hold a man's gaze just long enough to let him know that you ain't a boy
You learn to read maps
coz if you end up in the wrong postcode it could be a wrap
you learn that death doesn't have an age limit
you learn that guns are only cool on playstation or terminator movies
you learn that people can be cruel
You learn what rent is,
and how your parents mood changes when it's due
you learn how the system deliberately chooses to forget about you.
you learn, that you went to school for 18 years thinking you learnt so much but you didn't really learn a thing.
and you stop learning how to be a child.
Because, the adult world isn't designed for us to dream,
not designed for us to only feel love
It's a world where a smile is frowned upon
laughter is suspicious
and honesty is betrayal.
Is Childhood betrayal?
It is naive enough to make you believe, that all that make believe is real?

From time to time, I had conversations with my inner child,
he is always smiling, his row of glistening teeth a bridge to a happiness I sometimes forget
he is always dancing, even though his moves are outdated and his body far from graceful.
he mocked me
"I may be weak, but atleast I was never afraid"
If being a man means being afraid to love
afraid to trust
afraid to continue running, chasing those realities we formed, that you one day decided were better called "dreams"
Look at you, your too afraid to even be yourself
Tell me who is really the immature one?
If you let them take me away from you,
all you have left, is everything they gave to you
to letting them take me away from you
is difference between the profit a man who gains the world at the price of his soul.
But if you so desperately want to be accepted,
if you so desperately want to be an adult, 
go!
I know you will come back
you will come back
I just dn't know if I'll still be here waiting when you do.

adulthood [prod by. savon]

me and the mandem [prod by. chris lambrou]

prod by. @mikemusiq

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slum poetry

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