There’s a choir in my chest,
Singing over broken glass.
Every note is mine,
But none of them will last.

I wake up as a stranger,
In a body that I know.
Names fall like ashes,
And faces start to grow.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Walking through the hallway,
Mirrors on each side.
Every step is stolen,
By someone else inside.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Close my eyes, they open wider.
Hands I move are not my own.
Shadows breathe and call me liar,
No one here is all alone.

Shiver—scatter—
Lose the frame.
Falter—gather—
Change the name.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

If I vanish,
Will I still remain?
If I’m countless,
Do I have a name?

Multiplicity Disorder

Slow wine, soft light.
No rush — pure vibe.
I move gentle, still wild inside.

Palm breeze on my skin, steady.
City loud, but my soul no heavy.
I no be trophy, I no be ready-made,
I write my name with the gold I laid.

Eyes clear, spirit on code,
Low tone, still I run the road.
If you feel me, move in time,
No cage — only sky to find.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Soft power, real power.
Calm thunder, sweet fire.

Touch clean, talk small — meaning plenty.
Highlife chords make the night feel friendly.
I’m nobody’s saint, still holy in truth,
I guard my joy like proof.

No long text wey dey drain my shine,
If you step correct, we align.
I fit be quiet, but my dream loud,
I dance soft, still lead the crowd.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Ɔdɔ no yɛ dɛ, me kra gye,
Bra na yentwa no, no delay.
Meda me ho so, me ho yɛ,
If dem doubt, make dem pray.

— Who hold the light? (Me, inside.)
— Who set the pace? (Me, I decide.)
— What be the rule? (Peace as guide.)
— If e no fit flow? (Step aside.)

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
No mask, no show,
Real love — we grow.

Moon low, heart high.
I move free — I no lie.
Mind dey glow… all night.

My pace (Ghana Alt Soul reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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