O my boys,
a long year invested in threads of connection,
this is how i feel,
sometimes i laugh, sometimes i cry
i feel i am spinning on the wheel of the universe
a thousand and one thoughts cross my mind in a minute,
fuck the world, i am a walking erection
i love my boys and all attacks fashioned against them shall not prosper
This episode with Shazzz is a wild one—straight up. We didn’t just scratch the surface; we went into the deep, dark, and ego-driven corners of being a creative.
We kicked things off talking about split personalities and that moment you finally decide to actually know yourself. Shazzz gets incredibly real about the psychological side of things—even the chilling experience of sitting next to a literal serial killer.
Here’s the breakdown of the chaos:
The Alté Struggle: The honest truth about being a Northern artist and fighting through the stereotypes to find your sound.
Superstar Aura: We defined what a real superstar is and why the fear of being a "local champion" keeps us up at night.
The Ego Trip: Dealing with superiority complexes, the importance of having a niche, and the real reason we’re all still bothered with school.
Global Ambitions: From learning French to manifesting rooms with Rihanna, Wizkid, and Jay-Z, plus the vibe of finally meeting Nasty C.
The Music: Shazzz’s love for the craft, opening up to new genres, and spinning Myllow’s latest track.
We covered everything from feminism and parents to why Kanye and the Kardashians are always in the conversation. It’s a therapy session, a vibe, and a reality check all in one.
is the rose ashamed of its thorns?
is the rose insecure of its red glow?
is the rose scared of prinking the thumb of the one who holds it?
can the rose be adored in its untainted glory?
dirty, dismayed, soiled at the bottom
mind roaming through the ceiling, still at a point of focus
rebellion is the color red, love is the same
all is one, all that i am is one
there is no condemnation for me
the thorns are in my refuge, the thorns are for my safety
this is the way of the rose in the garden
this is the way of the rose in the garden
my breath is powerful, my story is potent
all in all, sin, power, glory, fame rest in the palm of my hands
is the rose ashamed of its thorns?
will you break for shame, guilt and consequence?
for all my existence i have been perceived i am special
the special ones live in the dream of an illusion while the precious moment escapes from sight
if i would rewrite the past, i am normal
normal is good, normal can be excellent
this is the standard i hold myself to
that i am not above any man, that i am not arm in arm with any man
that all kindness i receive is a grace of compassion from a divine heart
that all pain and suffering i create is equilibrium with the soul
let me live again as human, feel the pain and savor the experience
let me live again as human, strike the iron with all grit and burden
let me ascend through my darkness, let me accept the light
with dim eyes do i welcome the bright shining, with welcoming arms do i enter the gates of being
cleanse the pedestal of my heart and mind and exalt only Christ
the mirror, the perfect emulation of mankind in reflection of his glory
let me breathe the air of the normal man, for i too am normal
let the idea of specialness vanish from my being, so i will be well
take this as confirmation
take this as affirmation
take this as assurance
take this as surety
this is the way to live
this is the path of open hearted freedom
flight at its purest, the wings of air
this is the path of God
love opens its doors as you walk in its way
growth follows with natural existence
purity embodies your smile
your heart leaps for joy
the gates of heaven peeks open
the lights pierce through your soul
joy has come, all is right with the world
everything happens for me
search and ye shall find
what if there was nothing to search for?
what if there was nothing to find?
no land flowing with milk and honey
this is where all faith is tried
this is where all trust is tested
this is where all might fails
this is where we stand and fight forever
become a war hero for conviction
this is where the truth speaks
this is where scripture exist in evidence
this is now and forever
all you who wait
wait for everlasting life and the promised land
wait in vain, wait in pain
for all you have is here, all you are is here
all i think about is my age limit
this is my greatest fall, how can i achieve older than this?
lies, lies, all lies, i am all that there is, all time, all ages
break free from the blood thick umbrella of ceilings
all the ceilings i create are self made
age, sex, location, money, you name it
i am the solution, i am the remedy
i am the depths of hell, i am the heights of heaven
i am all my limitations
i am the greatness unlived, i am the greatness believed
i am the heights of the hallowed thoughts i think
i am the depths of the darkest sights i see
i am the limitation
i melt all the glass ceilings and construct brick walls instead
i live beyond my means and erect new desires
i make my world spin and go round, i am all my limitations
perfect people don't exist
i am perfect
perfect people don't exist
i am perfect
perfect people don't exist
i am perfect
all the blood in my veins flow in formation
all the air in my lungs bubble with excitement and in alignment
all the thoughts in my head stream in unison with Christ and gratitude
all the steps that i take are from the path of preserved glory
i am perfect
i am the light of the sun
burning and bruising, shining and glowing
i am perfect, i am God's fairest angel
have you seen a man blameless and flawless in the sight of God?
have you seen a man with nothing to hide?
have you seen a man without a lie on his tongue?
i am perfect, i am the light of the sun
yes, the devil is outside you
the devil roams
the devil is a trickster
the devil is a master manipulator
the devil's power is a lie
Ross and Hov's devil is a lie
is it lucifer juice in that two cup he's sipping?
the liar can never be a mastermind
i am the mastermind
i chose my outcome with surrender to the supreme
i walk the earth with God in my limbs
my feet is never shaken, i live in His secret place
hello, sunken and fallen angel
this is God's fairest angel on the line
you know my position, hence this is your job;
to trick me out of mine
"give us our daily bread"
the prayer of the common man springs from struggle
"give us our daily bread"
the prayer of the enlightened one springs from faith
the grind created by mankind, my kind to feel worthy of receiving
to give is to receive
"give us our daily bread"
the tense grind of struggling for bread is man tilling the earth
why did God curse Adam?
why did God bless Asher?
condemn man for getting the knowledge of good and evil
"my people perish for lack of knowledge"
God is above duality and conflict
the bread of life is daily bread
God is self fulfilling and all encompassing
i have received my daily bread
my favorite posture is arms wrapped around me
warm arms and cuddly shoulders
a broad chest open to tears, laughter and sniffles
let me rest my head in the divide of your bosom
you're looking down and hugging us tight
through the outlandish behavior, through the smiles and fake remorse
God is the greatest, with hugs and solemn kisses
take me to your secret place, let me live forever in your bosom
look around and see the peering eyes
they break my soul with frowns and disgust
isn't this who God made in his own image?
how can i call you ugly?
through all my failure and disdain
your love surrounds me like a bodyguard
o everlasting talker
the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit
the lens through which i see the world
quiet your mind o noisy one
all the ifs, all the maybes
brought to dissolution in this moment
your rejection of the present is your pain
nothing else contributes but you
breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale
all the intoxication suffocates the voices
take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars
let your eye happily deceive you
my love, my smile, my breath, my frown
all hide in the secret place of your love
all mine to remember when my eye deceives me
let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.
what can i say?
what can i change?
all my dependence on reality has been titled inwards
all i am is a mirror
Kobe numbers, 24
i hope i get the stride he left behind in mamba
all the grit, all the glory
i hope i live outside the shadow of my father
greatness beckons
this is no vain pursuit, this lives in me
i am the journey i embarked on at birth
i am the manifestation i have been waiting on
all the prophesy is I personified
i live no longer in the anticipation of the external
all that is mine is within and fulfilled
all that is mine is within and fulfilled
beat the drums with all the passion in your heart
o drummer boy, i see your heart
i see the dripping sweat in your vestless clothing
i see the sticks slipping from your hands
i see the texts in handwriting, to give is to receive
"there was special grace for drumming today"
what do you do when God gives you sticks instead of mics?
you beat it until praise and worship ends
what can i exchange for what i desire?
i am His fairest angel so he stares at me in completion
my love, do you shine the brightest
you are my fairest angel
the choir is singing
the church is praising
the elder with the tambourine in his hands does a thumbs up
the drummer boy is winning
Inspired by Richard Wright, The Author of Native Son.
break the earth's crust and plant a dead seed
dry grounds thirst for water
all the sand roughens the throat
this is the loneliness of a blooming flower in the desert
there is no one to witness this blossom
all this green and glow is a beacon of hope below the surface
how did you grow out of the cracks meant to suffocate?
what godly amount of will is in this beauty of your flower?
you have found a place deep below the surface
a place where water flows and nutrients grow
a place where the light does not touch
the fertile and solid place where roots are formed
keep your face to the sun o sunflower
as you have sprung from the depths of darkness to the light
the rays of glory kiss your petals with light and glow
your focus is the light of the sun.