I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

Izibani zibheke phezulu
Township spirit ka’ rhythm
In’ our blood, we carry fire

S’town we move, we hustle hard
Mama’s cry, but we push guard
Skies grey but we gon’ see sun
In heart we fight — victory won

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Step by step, we gather strength
No more fear, we go length
Eyes on dreams, we never fold
Truth in soul, worth more than gold

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Night may fall, but dawn will come
No chain can hold when we’re as one
In unity we find our truth
In every heart, rebirth of youth

We say “Rise”
They say “Stand”
We say “Dream”
They say “Fight”

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

In the echoes, we remain
From the block — we rise again

Rise from the block (Kwaito 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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