Still coming deep from the soul searching,plus with all the metropolitan strains with us, i don't blame Makaveli for asking if heaven's gatta a ghetto,a place where we belong, a place where we can just chill in peace..

So the awaited project is still under the pipes trying to make a sensible corner stone out of a life given, and thoughts that torment my brain seeking for freedom so they can be free to uplift spirits and generate minds.

Look out for the upcoming projects...here's a verse preview..

The Real

filled with basic instructions like the book that was given to Moses, understanding my state of mind is crossing over to the second universe,diabolical in a system that is unpure, while we curse the God's beloved poor and praise the unclean tribes of the rich, my thoughts walk these dark lands and heal lost souls with the scrolls that come out of my lips like sun beams, without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves,  I was raised by the ancient writings on the walls of my mothers crafty shaft, and she made me memorise thoughts of a thousand wise men through a thousand generations,now I lay hands on microphones and bless the jack sets as the prophesies manifest through your man made wires breaking all boundaries, activating satellites,to simple wave lengths that transmit knowledge to the streets that were programmed to fail, in a system that converts your brain capability to mental slavery and planned education diversion, I live in a society created cocoon, where the older days evening breeze has been turned to bullet flares and screams from mothers who watch there seeds die in vain, priests holding a gun in one hand and bible on the other preaching how powerful their god is..irony to the flock that follows, selling their souls to a human being forgetting their creator, my mind travels in rhyme form, giving sight to blind the dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum,  I feel the hot sands of the Arabian soils, as I break bread with them who are not my brothers.