Reminisce - Skilashii

Skilashii....skilala! Don't you just hate it when you're the last to find things out? So basically I knew Reminisce's album Baba Hafusa was coming out tomorrow and decided to do some research into what to expect or find a tracklist. Instead I found Skilashii and now I'm upset. I absolutely love this song and wish I found it earlier!

So for now I leave with Skilashii and we look forward to tomorrow for the release of #BABAHAFUSA

Musical Bliss

I can't seem to stop writing 
Stop wishing 
Stop envision 
It's no longer what it could be 
rather what it is 
these unnecessary waves that come crashing 
taking anything in its stride 
I no longer wish 
Hope 
Or believe 
I just live 
live to be wiped away 
To be washed away 
I kinda wish I was water 
Just to push in and out 
Yet when I feel like it 
I can cause havoc 
Rid people of their homes 
Drown certain people 
Opps...I don't mean to be so negative 

Speaking of negative 
I remember people saying 
Surround yourself with positivity 
for they breed positivity too 
So what happens when you're the negative stigma 
Not that you mean too 
You really want to be the bright light you used to be 
But you can't seem to find it 
It's run away from you 

Much like on a sunny day 
With a loved one 
It's gleaming with heat 
Her hair cascades softly 
You sprint for her 
There's no way you're losing her 
Firm rough finger 
grip her shapely waist 
flinging her over your shoulder 
Your spirit 
all a hundred degrees celsius of it burns right through you 
Meshing with a hundred degrees celsius of hers 
Creating this burning fire 
And you look at her like 
Damn I'm the luckiest man in the world 

See? So I know what means to be happy 
Or somewhat 
Before my 100 became 50 
50 to 30 
 and just rapidly declined since then 
Now it's just a fight to get it back 
I like viewing it like that 
Means I will eventually bounce back 

But everyone seems to beat you back down 
nth number of lashes of the torturous whip 
causing life long scars 
Some scars which heal 
others which don't 
So for now I'm just gonna sit on the floor 
drown in my tears a little more
build a thick layer 
remove myself from it all 
But not run from it all 
Because for once 
I don't know what to do 
If I could get up I would 
But right now I'm signing out 

Yes I'm being that negative soul 
Can't handle it 
I never asked you too
Turn your back on me if need be 
Just know I'll never pull you down with me 
I'm down here and don't want anyone here with me 
That's saying something 
I'll continuously push you forward 
Even I fall behind 
because I may not have faith in me 
But my faith definitely lives in everyone around me 
And that will always be my single most deadly 
Fatality   

Steps In At A Strange Time

This would possibly be my suicide album 
I type that in fear though 
Fear of what I've become 
The fear of what's to come 
Because it was a year ago I sought that there was a problem      
Before then I didn't want to pay attention 
See the underlying problem 
For a person with a black soul may as well be a lost soul
The only colour I see is red
The red of my blood 
because when I see inside and it trickles 
it trickles like my tears 
my tears that are beyond the earth 
when you lose yourself 
bow down to the perception 
the perception of how you see me 
the perception of what makes you happy rather than what fills me 
it is beyond me 
I'm spinning in a lifeless circle 
I stretch my arms out wide 
Open myself to you 
Give you all 

Give in to the twitches of my thigh 
the flex of muscle 
don't hold it gently 
in fact pull it violently 
pull it as if  to snap it 
it's broken yeah? 
what happens when it's broken?
honestly you have two options 
fix it or leave it 
although once it's been broken you can no longer fix it 
but a part of you never wants to leave it because 
you feel somewhat responsible for it 

I feel like a black ballerina at night 
it's a constant vision
spinning in a nasty circle 
hands on my 
head in the nightly forest 
the grass is the greenest of green 
but I'm holding back a curdling scream 
A scream so loud 
A scream of life 
Oh for fuck sake 
Don't fucking tell me it will be alright 
You have no idea what I dream at night 
The battle I have with life 
Yet I have to pretend it's alright 
The chemical reaction of anger is building inside 
I can't let it out 
There's no shoulder to cry on 
my fingers are tingling 
There's no end to this 
not today, tomorrow, nothing can really make it right 
take time to soak this all in   
Not enough words can explain this 
Yet my heart won't stop 
My fingers won't stop 

There's just so much to release 
by the way did I tell you I want to scream tonight 
this isn't me even trying to be deep for a couple retweets 
This is my daily occurrence with life 
my muscles just feel so tight 
there's no room to stretch tonight 
I think I said that before 
but hear me out tonight 

I spill this all out to you tonight because although there's no real release in typing 
but I zip my lips together because when this released then I know it's a part of the black that can be left 
So it's gone from Good Morning Beautiful
To no longer knowing what it feels to be beautiful 
what it feels to be womanly 
So if you got to this point I applause you 
Oh how I want to punch the fucking wall 
I do apologise 
There is just so much anger inside 

Why doesn't someone understand 
the pain that can bleed in one human 
the underlying passion that could grow within 

my oh my 
I release the most sarcastic laugh 
many a time I imagine throwing a glass at a wall 
I just have pent up anger and I want it out 
sweat is beading on my skin 
I'm finally being set free 

Skrrrrrrrrrr

My head tangles with the glass screen 
whip lash grips my skin 
might as well break my neck then 
At least I know what pain feels like 
And in somewhat writing all this 
A halo of air has formed above me 
I feel the breeze settling over me 
Till another night where anger presents itself within 
Hopefully I make it to you before it's too late 
Hopefully you become my friend instead of causing me a fright 
for now I bid you a sickly goodnight 

Baby Jollof Video!

Hi guys! So I'm currently in the library revising (well I'm suppose too), and I got bored so decided to do a bit of snooping around and I came across the visuals For Solidstar's Baby Jollof featuring Tiwa Savage. This was definitely much freshers week song, I may have played it a bit too loud at times, but oh wells...moving on swiftly...

 Solidstar is definitely no Flavour, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him topless (lol!). The video itself is very sweet and has a strong love storyline (not that I was paying much attention to anything besides Solidstar being shirtless). Tiwa Savage looks beautiful as always and the summer time feel of the song most definitely means it will be creeping up my playlist again soon! 

I unfortunately must get back to revising soooo....

Adios (till June 12th, unless something like this happens again 

Speaking to you

Hi guys! In the spirit of poetry month I decided release part 2 of White Sheets for you all! I recommend you read it a few times as well as reading White Sheets again to get a better idea of where I was going with the poem. 

I was never taught to feel
I kid you not it's not like I forgot  but nothing felt real. But funny enough after this is recited to you it will be forgot and the great thing is I enjoy speaking to you because it creates a vanishing feeling and all is gone a hole is pierced through my heart and all comes seeping through but yet nothing feels real yet I dare you to say it's not real you're looking at me like I'm crazy because none of this makes sense to you 

But isn't that the trick of life? What makes sense to me may not make sense to you but we still come to the common conclusion that the sky is blue or do we? 

Drake has said many things from yolo to worst behaviour but the one thing that catches me is the you ain't really fuck with me way back then, how bout now? Excuse the profanity but it's time to decipher. the meaning of the phrase is clear yet  you don't seem to understand you seem to be able to sit there and make a passing judgement so like every poem I've written washed away and forgotten know you can be chopped away and forgotten just as fast.

The power of the tongue is strong and as every positive word is split out of my mouth know I claim every inch of it and the same way you don't seem to understand why my heart is smiling at you know I've been done dirty real dirty but I still enjoy speaking to you because you have no eyes no ears so physically can't make any judgment your sole judgement is me I am my own biggest critic so once I've got past that hurdle not much can really stop me 

Except that fact I seem to hate my own poetry because I'm always trying to sound salty or descriptive and use metaphor that aren't really me. My hardship and brazen behaviour is what holds me and it would be a lie to say I haven't captured your attention because after every poem my mind is screaming let this be a lesson 

So I enjoy speaking to you not because I love talking believe me I do but because I finally understand Drake's statement but I'm gonna twist a little bit. You didn't really think of this before I spoke to you so I appreciate how minds are reeling in confusion but how do you feel now I've spoken are you gonna run with with me and leave a legacy in your wake or be the few that don't soak my words and get consumed by the world and everything it gives but more or less feels like a take 

Because you wouldn't believe if I said I'm talking about a piece of paper. It has no eyes no ears no room for judgment  but  it gives me everything sometimes more than I can take