Butterflies BUTTERFLIES I feel them in my stomach Everytime you say “Hi!” I see them in my dreams- Everytime I get high LOVE
FEAR Why am I so afraid of death and yet am tired of living? Why am I so afraid of generosity and yet am fond of giving?Lyrically Speaking
Life Ya Ghetto LIFE YA GHETTOSpoken Word PoemKevo Ule Wa MistariNyumba zimeinama, Maisha ni lawama, Kazi hakuna na bado tunang’ang’ana, Ex amenikana, Usanii nafanya na bado sijajulikana, Maisha imekua ngumu, Natamani kunywa sumu, Nahustle daily nipate ata za kulipa keja, Na Boss nikimpigia, simu yake ni mteja, Madeni nimejaza ata kwa mama kibanda, Na lala chini siezi afford ata kitanda, Irony ni kua, imagine naitwa Gitonga? Nadream yangu ni ati one day nitakaa kwa bedsitter, Even though sai sijalipa rent ya miezi sita, Juzi baby mama alinidai doh ya kupeleka mtoto shule, Nikamshow zih it’s too late, Itabidi umenipenda bure, Alijaribu ku-insist akanishow angalaa nipe doh ya salon, Nikamshow zih ata leo naona ukikula kwa mama yako, The truth is sina na siwezi iba ndo nipate, Kiamsha kinywa si lazima ikue na mkate, The truth is me hulala ata nikiwa kinenge, No wonder siezi mind ata nikipewa malenge, The truth is ata nikimeditate na mambichwa, Bado nitawaza bongo nikikuna kichwa, Nimeona mayouth Ghetto wakizama, Hata Gava imetuekea lawama, Nimeona watoi wakipata mimba, Nama baby daddy wakiambiwa wanadinda, At Sixteen si Kim alikua mzazi? At Seventeen si alipigwa risasi? Sina kitu mfukoni na dryspell imeniweza, Niko na appetite na mate ndo nameza, Life imenigonga Ten-Nil sai nko chini ya meza, Na madander tulisoma nawao sai wameweza, Jah Jah ree mbona life umenigeuzia? Si daily kwa prayer bado naulizia? Si ulisema binadamu tuwe kind? Lakini cheki wananionea wivu hata wale blind Lakini yote yakisemwa, Chuki ni kama kikohozi na itatemwa, Najua everything happens for a reason, No wonder umenikeep away from prison©Mistari Productions
Love In Theory Love In Theory Love is an equation,Add two hearts and subtract deception,Solve for X and you’ll know why,God said we should multiply.lyricallspeaking
Reality REALITYLeo kuna kitu nitaconfess,Nilitoka kwa keja like a man possessed,Sina mbele, sina nyuma na kwa mind nilikua na stress,My life is a mess and everytime I try to find a way out kila kitu inakuanga less,See, I thought my purpose in life was to find my purpose,Ju niliraisiwa na single MUM I never knew my papa,Lakini perception imekua misconception ju kila session kwa studio naifanya na tension coz I,Don’t wanna be judged.See, naeza bonga mob buh kuna vitu siezi mention, zingine nitazikulia uzeeni kama benefits za pension,Go hard or go home hapa hakuna mchezo, never fall in love kama unaogopa mateso, never say never ukijua baadaye utagive up,And never say you’re a baller ukijua uko na mimba.Ulinunua slings juzi na leo unajiita Nigga? Bado unajichocha Insta, ukicaption hiyo figure, you can’t spoil your nails, kwako nani ndo hupika?Weave unatoa Japan, kwani hujai ona Lupita? Live in style my dear, life is short to live in fear.Life and style, swag iko chini, na watoi mnadefile, miaka saba ndani, kesi iko kwa file, kunguru zina chawa, na bado unasmile? Kamiti ndo nyumbani, was it worth the while?#Kevo_Ule_Wa_Mistari
Loving The Imperfect Loving The Imperfect PART TWONobody is perfect, ivo ndo wazungu walisema,Buh nilikupenda ulivyo si ata mistari nilitema?Ni kweli tulimeet pale Twitter, and I swear penzi lako lilikua sweeter,Kila photo ulipost nili-double tap pale INSTA,And I swear am a big fan of your figure,Lakini love ni blind ju sijai mind vile ulinicheza,Badala ya kusmile, ulikua unanicheka,I gave you my everything na bado ukanichenga,Loving the imperfect, moyoni ulinitesa, na bado nilikupenda nikijua utanitenda,Sai uko na mwingine na kusema ukweli najiblame,I thought you’re were my everything, moyoni nakuclaim,Am trying to move on, lakini bado nakufikiria,Am trying to be a man, lakini bado nalia,Comments nimezisoma, Ulipost umenikoma, my blood is no longer racing, na heart yangu imegoma, loving the imperfect, how am I supposed to move on?#Kevo_Ule_Wa_Mistari
Your Soul Belongs To Me Your Soul Belongs To MeSays The LordMy struggles finally caught up with me, got the devil on my mind. He said I can make your life much better, just sign on the line. I’ll give you anything you want,fill your life with riches.Happiness is not in the form of a struggle, are you ready to switch it? Sign here I’ll get your soul,you get the life that you wanted.God cried 40 days and 40 nights till the whole world was flooded.The sun rose the land dried; this was the new beginning.Will I follow in his word or will I keep on sinning?How can I keep on living when my flesh was made to sin? It seems like I was born to lose but I am dying to win. The devil’s at it again; you wanna play on a winning team? Sign your soul over to me and in God you can still believe.I heard the thunder, saw the lightning, the wind created a breeze. The ground cracked and rumbled,the water rose from the seas.God spoke, he said we both exist now that you can believe. But you can never sell your soul, because that belongs to me. ©Mistari Productions
Why I Hate Social Media Why I Hate Social MediaI hate social mediaFacebook, Instagram, Twitter, SnapchatAnd all that crap cause Hey?It’s misleading our fucking GenerationLook at our youth todayThey can’t look up from their tabs cause they’re too much obsessed with what’s going onGossips and all that stupidityHey, I’ve got a new pair of shoe, I gotta post thatAnd hey, look at JosephineAin’t she cool? I gotta double tap thatYou see? Our youth are too much engrossed in ‘looking and acting cool’ than in being trueTo who they really areI mean they’re acting rich online buh those damn Kids are struggling offlineAnd what’s this thing about having friendsYou’re never going to meet?Not now, not ever?Friends who’ll never be there for youPhysically or emotionallyFriends who will never understandHow you really feelFriends from the other side of your screenI mean, fuck social mediaWhat’s the use of having Four-Thousand friends buh they will never be there for you?What’s the use of uploading Thousands of filtered photos just to look cool?Nigga, you should get out to the sun, life is perfect, it doesn’t need to be filteredAnd so, my dear sistersYou don’t need that crop top to look beautifulYou already areYou don’t need that mini-skirt to look fabulousYou already areDon’t let social media dictate to youWhat should be socialDon’t feel left out if you can’t afford those heelsyou saw Natalie with last weekChances are, they were be borrowedDon’t feel left out if you can’t come up witha catchy on fleek nonsenseChances are, it was copy pastedAnd you know what?Part of the reason why I hate social mediais because it has revolutionizedour thinking abilitiesWe’re now thinking in terms of likescomments and sharesFuck Social MediaIt’s sad to realize that people’s worthis now measured in terms of likesIt’s sad to realize that you can be a celeb onlineBut a freaking asshole offlineYou can be a fucking player onlineBut a freaking loser offlineSocial Media has become a platform of hiding who we really areWe’re hiding our traits behind those screensFuck Social MediaYou ain’t giving us a chanceTo be ourselvesFake accounts, fake profile picturesFuck Social MediaYou’re only giving us a chanceTo manifest and presentOur alter egosAnd you’re getting it all wrongWe’re now more like, who we dream to beThan who we really areI hate Social MediaBut when all is said and doneI’m still gonna post this onlineCause at the end of the day?I still want you to subscribe©All rights re-created
Maureen MaureenMy heart is all over the world tonightI’m still searching for youI hope I can make everything rightWhen the sky is still blueHow can I sit here and hideKnowing you’re no longer with me?How can I believe love is blindWhen there’s so much to see?Would you take the wheelIf I loose control?And if I loose my mindWould you take me home?Like a mirror on the wallThe only thing you reflect is loveAnd even if I were to fallYou’d still be the only girl I haveI’m sorry I was so stupidLetting you go was a mistakeI’m now lonely and cupidThere’s so much at stakeYou were a lady on the streetsBut a freak on the bedWhen they said I’m not worth itYou chose me insteadI’m not ready to let you goI’ll do everything I can to get you backAnd just so you knowI’ll always be there to watch your backI love you MaureenAnd I’m asking you to love me againI know I did you wrongAnd that’s a price I should pay©Mistari Productions
A Deal With The Devil A Deal With The Devil 2SpokenWordShe died three years ago,Yet I see her everydayShe gave me a choice, yes or no,But I didn’t know what to sayI know I wronged God,And it’s a price I should payYet I tried to say no,And even run awayBut wherever I went,She was thereShe said she cannot live without meThat she can’t be at ease of free without me by her sideThat she can’t see she was blind and could never findA man like meShe loved me to deathAnd not even a day could pass without her thinking of meShe said that we were meant to beBut she was dead and I lived so, how could that be possible?The first time she appeared to me,I was fast asleep in the middle of the nightHer hands embraced me but I put up a fightShe held me tight so I screamed cause I could feel her presence but I couldn’t see herI begged and she let me go,I took to my heelsNext morning when all was gone I thought it was a dreamThe next day she came,She promised me wealth and fameIf I could play along to her gameAnd if I could truly love her without shameThen I’ll have my soul to saveWith nothing to say and nowhere to runWith a price to pay and a lesson to learnI had to make a deal with this mysterious loverShe took me under the sea to see her worldI was out of the ordinary, somewhat spellboundI saw mysterious beings and the mythical queen of the seaI saw mysterious deeds and the physical transitions of beastsI had to denounce my God if I truly wished to liveI was forced to surrender my soul and to pledge my loyalty to the almighty queen on the throneTears running down my cheeks,As my family members lined up for me to pickThe first in line to be killed,So my dreams would be fulfilledI cried wishing I could drop down and dieFor their souls were worth more than money could buyBlood is thicker than waterBut I had to make a choice and it was an orderWith nothing to say and nowhere to runWith a price to pay and a lesson to learnI had to make a deal with the devilBut I was assured of love,Jane came and gave me a kiss on my cheeks saying how pleased and proud she wasI was all alone in the world with no next of kin but her kisses made me forget the things and the people I’ve lostI was afraid though for she was not an ordinary beingShe was a spirit and there was no way my moral sense would let it beShe was mysterious and there was nothing I could doIt didn’t matter where I was, far or nearThey could still control and manipulate my soul from up here (brain)Making my life crumble bit by bitLike the pain in my butt as I do the hard shit!I couldn’t believe I was destined to burn in hellSo the pain I felt was more than I could tellBut my greed for wealth made me ignore the only friend (Jesus) that could save me from the pits of hellI never believed in God for I had everything I could ever wish for…with Jane by my side, my life was completeUntill, they decided to take a toll on meThe voices in my head made me feel like the world was coming to an endMy haunted soul griped with fear you can imagine the pain was more than I could bearBut I deserved it for the things I did were more than realI deserved to die the guilt made me cryThe demons in my head driving me insaneI tried to beg but all was in vainWith nothing to say and nowhere to runWith a price to pay and a lesson to learnI had to take my life…But God had other plans for meI met a friend who introduced me to ChristHe said that he was the son of God and so I thoughtHow could it be?That he died on the cross so we could be free?How could he ever forgive the sinful me?My friend asked me to repent and accept Christ as saviour and LordIn a solemn relationship that only we can bondI did as told and so,God redeemed my soul!Copyright © 2019