A Classic Track From J.Cole’s Label Dreamville Recording Artist Omen called A brief moment.I love the sample on this song and the substance meaning behind the lyrics in this song.
Category: Poems and Blog
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Intro In the quiet interplay between divine inspiration and inner turmoil, creativity often unfolds as a sacred battle. This poem captures that delicate tension with striking spiritual imagery: the gentle descent of the Holy Spirit, arriving like a dove to ignite the soul with words and wonder, contrasted against the dark interference of overthinking —…
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Intro In the shadows of spiritual warfare, a powerful poem titled “Her Master” exposes the cunning tactics of darkness. Her master harbors a dozen souls in his favor, rising from the sewers with plans to conquer the world forever. Yet before he could lay hands on this soul, the narrator rose up with raw conviction…
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Intro Under the glow of those Friday night lights, I battled something no one could see. Lusting in my mind over her felt harmless to the world around me, but deep down I knew the truth: it was no different from premeditated murder. Staring at God’s perfect standards in the mirror, I saw myself clearly…
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Intro I wrote this poem as a reflection on life’s complex and emotional journey, imagining it as a deep soundtrack whose lyrics are too profound for any simple intro. It moves from the pure innocence of a child’s smile to the divine beauty of an angel’s magnificent halo, while accepting that life is filled with…
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Intro I wrote this poem while sitting alone in my dark room, letting the Friday night lights bleed through the curtains as my mind wandered. Heavily inspired by J. Cole’s Friday Night Lights mixtape, I decided to open the piece by weaving in many of the track titles — Too Deep for the Intro, Before…
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Intro When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro There’s a quiet tension that builds when who you are begins to drift from who you appear to be. On the surface, everything can look polished—confidence, success, admiration—but beneath it, something unsettled lingers, asking whether any of it is real. It’s easy to construct a version of yourself that earns approval, to perform a…
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Intro In the suffocating silence of my darkest room, with only a single flickering candle fighting against the shadows, I wrote “Feeling Low” as a raw creative outpouring of my soul. This poem captures the exact moment when I was drowning in despair craving a high like winning the lotto, begging my creativity to reignite…
Omen | Brief Moment -
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Intro In the quiet interplay between divine inspiration and inner turmoil, creativity often unfolds as a sacred battle. This poem captures that delicate tension with striking spiritual imagery: the gentle descent of the Holy Spirit, arriving like a dove to ignite the soul with words and wonder, contrasted against the dark interference of overthinking —…
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Intro In the shadows of spiritual warfare, a powerful poem titled “Her Master” exposes the cunning tactics of darkness. Her master harbors a dozen souls in his favor, rising from the sewers with plans to conquer the world forever. Yet before he could lay hands on this soul, the narrator rose up with raw conviction…
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Intro Under the glow of those Friday night lights, I battled something no one could see. Lusting in my mind over her felt harmless to the world around me, but deep down I knew the truth: it was no different from premeditated murder. Staring at God’s perfect standards in the mirror, I saw myself clearly…
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Intro I wrote this poem as a reflection on life’s complex and emotional journey, imagining it as a deep soundtrack whose lyrics are too profound for any simple intro. It moves from the pure innocence of a child’s smile to the divine beauty of an angel’s magnificent halo, while accepting that life is filled with…
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Intro I wrote this poem while sitting alone in my dark room, letting the Friday night lights bleed through the curtains as my mind wandered. Heavily inspired by J. Cole’s Friday Night Lights mixtape, I decided to open the piece by weaving in many of the track titles — Too Deep for the Intro, Before…
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Intro When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro There’s a quiet tension that builds when who you are begins to drift from who you appear to be. On the surface, everything can look polished—confidence, success, admiration—but beneath it, something unsettled lingers, asking whether any of it is real. It’s easy to construct a version of yourself that earns approval, to perform a…
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Intro In the suffocating silence of my darkest room, with only a single flickering candle fighting against the shadows, I wrote “Feeling Low” as a raw creative outpouring of my soul. This poem captures the exact moment when I was drowning in despair craving a high like winning the lotto, begging my creativity to reignite…
Good to see Nick brewer back in the scene after while since his single came out back in 2015 called to Talk To Me which The song charted at #19 in the UK.
In this new track, he shares a lot of his thoughts over J. Coles instrumental called Neighbour’s from 4 your eyes only album. his mood and thoughts seem to point out that his frustrated with his music label and the music he has released so far under Island Records label.
He goes on to share his thoughts on how men view women in society as low worth and low value for men to take advantage for their own pleasures. But they wouldn’t stand it if they had a someone talking bad about their sister or close female friend which would make them hypocrites.
I really liked that section of the song which a lot of us men take on and reflect on how we view woman and more.
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Intro In the quiet interplay between divine inspiration and inner turmoil, creativity often unfolds as a sacred battle. This poem captures that delicate tension with striking spiritual imagery: the gentle descent of the Holy Spirit, arriving like a dove to ignite the soul with words and wonder, contrasted against the dark interference of overthinking —…
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Intro In the shadows of spiritual warfare, a powerful poem titled “Her Master” exposes the cunning tactics of darkness. Her master harbors a dozen souls in his favor, rising from the sewers with plans to conquer the world forever. Yet before he could lay hands on this soul, the narrator rose up with raw conviction…
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Intro Under the glow of those Friday night lights, I battled something no one could see. Lusting in my mind over her felt harmless to the world around me, but deep down I knew the truth: it was no different from premeditated murder. Staring at God’s perfect standards in the mirror, I saw myself clearly…
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Intro I wrote this poem as a reflection on life’s complex and emotional journey, imagining it as a deep soundtrack whose lyrics are too profound for any simple intro. It moves from the pure innocence of a child’s smile to the divine beauty of an angel’s magnificent halo, while accepting that life is filled with…
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Intro I wrote this poem while sitting alone in my dark room, letting the Friday night lights bleed through the curtains as my mind wandered. Heavily inspired by J. Cole’s Friday Night Lights mixtape, I decided to open the piece by weaving in many of the track titles — Too Deep for the Intro, Before…
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Intro When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro There’s a quiet tension that builds when who you are begins to drift from who you appear to be. On the surface, everything can look polished—confidence, success, admiration—but beneath it, something unsettled lingers, asking whether any of it is real. It’s easy to construct a version of yourself that earns approval, to perform a…
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Intro In the suffocating silence of my darkest room, with only a single flickering candle fighting against the shadows, I wrote “Feeling Low” as a raw creative outpouring of my soul. This poem captures the exact moment when I was drowning in despair craving a high like winning the lotto, begging my creativity to reignite…
When I came across this video by Trackstarz artist and radio host Sean David Grant called “Dear Racist” I was gripped.
In this video, Sean spills out some serious and powerful spoken words starting with his thought connecting with his audience, then after he went on to the subject matter of facing racism on a daily basis in America and the stereotypical views being held towards African Americans living in America.
Even though I don’t live in America I see a lot of things happening in society on a daily basis such as in the social media which is playing a big part in today generation, society and the rest of the world.
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Intro In the quiet interplay between divine inspiration and inner turmoil, creativity often unfolds as a sacred battle. This poem captures that delicate tension with striking spiritual imagery: the gentle descent of the Holy Spirit, arriving like a dove to ignite the soul with words and wonder, contrasted against the dark interference of overthinking —…
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Intro In the shadows of spiritual warfare, a powerful poem titled “Her Master” exposes the cunning tactics of darkness. Her master harbors a dozen souls in his favor, rising from the sewers with plans to conquer the world forever. Yet before he could lay hands on this soul, the narrator rose up with raw conviction…
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Intro Under the glow of those Friday night lights, I battled something no one could see. Lusting in my mind over her felt harmless to the world around me, but deep down I knew the truth: it was no different from premeditated murder. Staring at God’s perfect standards in the mirror, I saw myself clearly…
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Intro I wrote this poem as a reflection on life’s complex and emotional journey, imagining it as a deep soundtrack whose lyrics are too profound for any simple intro. It moves from the pure innocence of a child’s smile to the divine beauty of an angel’s magnificent halo, while accepting that life is filled with…
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Intro I wrote this poem while sitting alone in my dark room, letting the Friday night lights bleed through the curtains as my mind wandered. Heavily inspired by J. Cole’s Friday Night Lights mixtape, I decided to open the piece by weaving in many of the track titles — Too Deep for the Intro, Before…
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Intro When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro There’s a quiet tension that builds when who you are begins to drift from who you appear to be. On the surface, everything can look polished—confidence, success, admiration—but beneath it, something unsettled lingers, asking whether any of it is real. It’s easy to construct a version of yourself that earns approval, to perform a…
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Intro In the suffocating silence of my darkest room, with only a single flickering candle fighting against the shadows, I wrote “Feeling Low” as a raw creative outpouring of my soul. This poem captures the exact moment when I was drowning in despair craving a high like winning the lotto, begging my creativity to reignite…
Throwback video of the day is from North London UK artist Lil Simz with one of her classic track called mandarin oranges Part II. The track mandarin Oranges part II is from Lil Simz 2014 mixtape called E.D.G.E mixtape which content 13 track and other singles such as The Hampton and Bars Simpson.
Lil simz | Mandarin Oranges (Part II) 
Link To the E.D.G.E Mixtape -
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Intro In the quiet interplay between divine inspiration and inner turmoil, creativity often unfolds as a sacred battle. This poem captures that delicate tension with striking spiritual imagery: the gentle descent of the Holy Spirit, arriving like a dove to ignite the soul with words and wonder, contrasted against the dark interference of overthinking —…
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Intro In the shadows of spiritual warfare, a powerful poem titled “Her Master” exposes the cunning tactics of darkness. Her master harbors a dozen souls in his favor, rising from the sewers with plans to conquer the world forever. Yet before he could lay hands on this soul, the narrator rose up with raw conviction…
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Intro Under the glow of those Friday night lights, I battled something no one could see. Lusting in my mind over her felt harmless to the world around me, but deep down I knew the truth: it was no different from premeditated murder. Staring at God’s perfect standards in the mirror, I saw myself clearly…
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Intro I wrote this poem as a reflection on life’s complex and emotional journey, imagining it as a deep soundtrack whose lyrics are too profound for any simple intro. It moves from the pure innocence of a child’s smile to the divine beauty of an angel’s magnificent halo, while accepting that life is filled with…
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Intro I wrote this poem while sitting alone in my dark room, letting the Friday night lights bleed through the curtains as my mind wandered. Heavily inspired by J. Cole’s Friday Night Lights mixtape, I decided to open the piece by weaving in many of the track titles — Too Deep for the Intro, Before…
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Intro When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro This poem navigates the treacherous ambiguity between intimacy and intrusion, unfolding in the liminal haze of adolescence—where the self is still a half-formed question and every boundary feels negotiable. It captures the unsettling paradox of being profoundly seen by someone who radiates grace, talent, and an almost mythic allure, yet whose gaze carries an…
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Intro There’s a quiet tension that builds when who you are begins to drift from who you appear to be. On the surface, everything can look polished—confidence, success, admiration—but beneath it, something unsettled lingers, asking whether any of it is real. It’s easy to construct a version of yourself that earns approval, to perform a…
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Intro In the suffocating silence of my darkest room, with only a single flickering candle fighting against the shadows, I wrote “Feeling Low” as a raw creative outpouring of my soul. This poem captures the exact moment when I was drowning in despair craving a high like winning the lotto, begging my creativity to reignite…
I came across this video from chaseGod.tv on YouTube about Malcolm X and his belief towards Christianity.Joseph Solomon talking in the video explains in full detail the misconception that Malcolm X thought and preached to his followers which he adopted and learnt from the religion of Nation Of Islam while he was in prison back in 1946.Click on the link below for the full video on Christianity and the view on race issue’s in society in general.
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