If you’re the one who has been, one of those who have been, Familiar with my experiential tendencies, curious too. Who know of to an extent, my perpetual weariness from any guaranteed glamour To mediate through, or present self when as an ex known traveller emcee I was funnily suggested more to be on streaming than to never stop refining my not so unique quest. Rest of yall new enthusiasts coming onto my digital domains. Who fail to process my lyrics, provide me a critique, decode assumptions I endorse. Of Course she is proud or shy, was it an improv? Why all your beats sound so empty? Try my headphones, hmmm thats interesting! I remember the time fellow musicians were like yo Mc Kaur, this part you do your bla bla. See the gap between my pen and paper seldom equals, The space between my frontal teeth. Once the track be released the fuck you gon do? Taker not only maker packages a policy Now watch me coincide with your subjective analogy but… ‘Please, for your own peace of mind, try, not rating me’ Give thanks for co paving my constant de - becoming! Tell me if it's over yet Would they regulate growth of Inner bacterial creatures? Or ensure the limit our immunity reaches, don't know! Revolving fears held in so to change our testimonies on how to let it go. Costing not enough life amidst peeking demise Them bees outta the hive copulating with less freedom. Talking to neighbors a mighty cause to cater, Gossips reveal but up till see you later. Im open to hope on each return to my sanctum. Echoing doubts equanimous in belief Anonymously releasing potentiality of a disease. Aint begging to be deceived in the name of science Brutal array of lunatic eugenics. Surpassing logic by leaving others to starving. Discarded sects currently be carving survival tactics worth no applause but an experience so I begin by regulating what I eat to my bin.

Guess I got what it takes to introduce you to my toddy bag,weighs more in value, logic topping on my cake in it’s divitional depth, array of conditional needs on which my ego feeds. Leaves me askinned in bare necessities lesser plastic while nutrients settle in a second extra might take but safe in contact! matter of fact shames excess out keeps it compact. now lemme check what's in season. simultaneously be matching my reason. let develop a breeze to welcomed back home with an ease i aint looking to freeze in veggies or cheese. i prefer instinctive picking no time to dwell stimulated within sustainable self early lockdown no problem stocked in time, replacing dried thyme with coriander canine features operating better on my naked nector with my bread smelling morally fresh. up in your sector, protect yo neck! it weighs heavier than yo self respect I'm letting you know the ever trending cool carry you own bag, don't make me talk to you fool. All up in yo sector protect yo neck it weighs heavier than your self respect. What's the word? Tote bag check. upon what? our consumerist selves..

Alright now i suppose, what put me off most as I enter a premise or a social gathering of our senses out of control while I be holding torch seeing plenty get lost involved in arguments beyond a pause I been starving long enough to cause a benevolent threat to all for its a natural calamity pouring our discrete elements out on streets. burning debris process repeats but What would it take to eliminate approximated toxic? depleting immunity of life around us demanding a purposeful act of lesser carbon index so what? seductive flow of syruping chemicals, cover up our skin pores, stutter if not impose em on, time to check our pros and cons. locals or tourist, nomads or purist why do more furthering by humans? No no no..

In all my reluctance, adjusting to robust of what's left. vocalizing fears burns tip of my tongue. there rings a bell, well in time as I reminisce on sampling your grit in my de quantified grid. designed to catch an oasis, quick as a lesson of feeling secure taking a risk. caught off guard, stillness becoming timely thicker, Seeing my better self in your half is painful. I still miss the way you smell though fulfillment of love amidst a world full of vindictiveness. i be happy to get a glimpse...of your being in harmony that crosses no limit but laws to adhere or to process? I prefer gazing at stars in the night. by my side to let you coincide with my closed eyes Open a new day with a clean slate to scribble vices eating more fibre, yet controlled by devices. I be thinking of you, wondering how you thinking of me... When do we meet? He said we'll let the time speak.

Do you imagine? Bio costing nothing... The other day, my landlord called me silly for buying a coconut from the market. Said he, young lady you could have it from the same tree, you daily seek shadow beneath amidst may heat. took a sip up off it's crack, fill up mi belly fi what mi lack. Instincts in sync with my immediate habitat. Pull up ma senses fi di dense nomenclature yet to examine If you imagine. Homie Subid on the guitar. If you see a coconut fall you gots to catch it! Do you imagine now? bio costing nothing.

Home sweet what? sanctioned or bought, under the bridge or built with a hand picked brick, feels settled getting back to my oh so ridden tactic. simmering tangents onto a differing life, behind closed doors let self get exposed within defense against who when? nobody knows what i do what i think. ridiculed in habits like hers and his offering addictives might hurt a friend urgently recurring thoughtless of em trends like ouch... didn't matter much days as such offering poly optimism. a mighty break out of my mental prism. a chance to periodically not think. knob effect my eyes naturally blink. with petty feelings, so revealing in my homely motivations. Home sweet woah?

Inviting enthusiasts to drop some poetry on this jam and share in return/ extention, their reflections on this song/album. Feel free to email it to me on monicamanmeet@gmail.com