If you heard the audio version of I”m A Pro by Nick Brewer featuring Shakka here’s he his a live acoustic version along side with Shakka.
Tag: music
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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…
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Intro Creativity doesn’t arrive gently it surges, wild and uncontained, rising from somewhere deep within like a force that refuses silence. It begins as a quiet tension, a flicker beneath thought, then swells into something undeniable, pressing against the ribs, demanding release. It crackles through the mind, igniting ideas faster than they can be contained,…
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This series of blogs explores how lust begins as a subtle pull but evolves into an inner war—one that can distort judgment, cloud reason, and awaken darker impulses. It delves into the uneasy battleground where desire and evil quietly intertwine, shaping a conflict within the self.
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Intro I’ve been drifting through the chaos of life like a ship on a stormy sea, every wave testing the strength of my soul, every shadow reflecting a piece of me I’m still learning to understand. The world moves fast, indifferent to the storms inside a single heart, and I’ve learned that dreams are fragile…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua…
Nick Brewer | I’m A Pro (Live Performance) -
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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…
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Intro Creativity doesn’t arrive gently it surges, wild and uncontained, rising from somewhere deep within like a force that refuses silence. It begins as a quiet tension, a flicker beneath thought, then swells into something undeniable, pressing against the ribs, demanding release. It crackles through the mind, igniting ideas faster than they can be contained,…
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This series of blogs explores how lust begins as a subtle pull but evolves into an inner war—one that can distort judgment, cloud reason, and awaken darker impulses. It delves into the uneasy battleground where desire and evil quietly intertwine, shaping a conflict within the self.
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Intro I’ve been drifting through the chaos of life like a ship on a stormy sea, every wave testing the strength of my soul, every shadow reflecting a piece of me I’m still learning to understand. The world moves fast, indifferent to the storms inside a single heart, and I’ve learned that dreams are fragile…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua…
This week I came across this album called Sinema by rapper Swoope. This is his second album from Swoope which came out on August 4, 2014. At the start of the album Swoope as a Kanye West influence at the beginning of the first track but as he’s own signature instrumental sounds and flows as you go trough the album. Swoope speaks on the issues of lust and relationship with a female called Mya which you hear her speak on left voice messages on Swoopes phone at the beginning and throughout the album.
Swoope’s, at war with himself, either to get back with Mya or forget about Mya and move on with his life and focus on his relationship with god which he speaks in detail on track’s called “Right Side” featuring singer Christon Gray, “Beauty and Beast” and “Before Goodnight“.
I Can relate to Swoope on the issues of lust and the “art of seduction” like J.Cole would say back on his born sinner album. To be in a relationship with someone just for the lustful pleasures is just the wrong way to go.Swoope’s gives to full picture on what’s like to face conscience speak on his experience dealing with someone that don’t understand your walk with god and facing the temptation’s of going back to is old ways even though he knows the consequence at the end.
Swoope | Sinema Full album (Click Here ) -
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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…
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Intro Creativity doesn’t arrive gently it surges, wild and uncontained, rising from somewhere deep within like a force that refuses silence. It begins as a quiet tension, a flicker beneath thought, then swells into something undeniable, pressing against the ribs, demanding release. It crackles through the mind, igniting ideas faster than they can be contained,…
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This series of blogs explores how lust begins as a subtle pull but evolves into an inner war—one that can distort judgment, cloud reason, and awaken darker impulses. It delves into the uneasy battleground where desire and evil quietly intertwine, shaping a conflict within the self.
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Intro I’ve been drifting through the chaos of life like a ship on a stormy sea, every wave testing the strength of my soul, every shadow reflecting a piece of me I’m still learning to understand. The world moves fast, indifferent to the storms inside a single heart, and I’ve learned that dreams are fragile…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua…
I’ve been wondering a lot lately and I don’t know why. This life as me in is grips really these days I am wondering out the window the same way in the featured picture. I don’t where am heading in my life at the moment but I know god is in control of everything going on.
as I wonder out the window and wonder on life and where society going I know things will get better even though I am always surrounded by the negativity and the evil of this world.
like Tupac would say I just need to ‘keep my head up‘ and remind myself of psalm 23 everytime.
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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…
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Intro Creativity doesn’t arrive gently it surges, wild and uncontained, rising from somewhere deep within like a force that refuses silence. It begins as a quiet tension, a flicker beneath thought, then swells into something undeniable, pressing against the ribs, demanding release. It crackles through the mind, igniting ideas faster than they can be contained,…
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This series of blogs explores how lust begins as a subtle pull but evolves into an inner war—one that can distort judgment, cloud reason, and awaken darker impulses. It delves into the uneasy battleground where desire and evil quietly intertwine, shaping a conflict within the self.
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Intro I’ve been drifting through the chaos of life like a ship on a stormy sea, every wave testing the strength of my soul, every shadow reflecting a piece of me I’m still learning to understand. The world moves fast, indifferent to the storms inside a single heart, and I’ve learned that dreams are fragile…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua…
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.
Omen | Brief Moment -
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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…
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Intro Creativity doesn’t arrive gently it surges, wild and uncontained, rising from somewhere deep within like a force that refuses silence. It begins as a quiet tension, a flicker beneath thought, then swells into something undeniable, pressing against the ribs, demanding release. It crackles through the mind, igniting ideas faster than they can be contained,…
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This series of blogs explores how lust begins as a subtle pull but evolves into an inner war—one that can distort judgment, cloud reason, and awaken darker impulses. It delves into the uneasy battleground where desire and evil quietly intertwine, shaping a conflict within the self.
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Intro I’ve been drifting through the chaos of life like a ship on a stormy sea, every wave testing the strength of my soul, every shadow reflecting a piece of me I’m still learning to understand. The world moves fast, indifferent to the storms inside a single heart, and I’ve learned that dreams are fragile…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro In the shadowed theatre of the human spirit, where ghosts of yesterday clash violently with the fragile promise of tomorrow, I catch fleeting glimpses of Triumph shimmering on the distant horizon like a defiant beacon. My troubled past charges at me with ferocious might, its claws sinking deep into my shoulders, weighing me down…
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Intro Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua…
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.
Nick Brewer | Many Moods -
