CELEBRATING MAJOR CONE

Major Cone He’s the lyrical god new moon… His story will not be a musical gone to soon… Feeding generations with abnormally blown new tunes… One who selflessly trades his gift… A gift coated in Grace and myth… I call him the master wordsmith… A brother, able to mix words with… the rhythmic flow which……

GRACE By Stephen Otu-Amoah

GRACE I am alone, I think Lost in my thoughts couldn’t even wink I am at the brink I was cast away, no one will even look Then give me a drink Dejected and rejected On the verge, almost defected I stand in the same situation my fathers did No solution to the problem, not…