The Journey Of Transformation “My thirst for change has lead me into a path of transformation, from the man I once was into the man I am becoming. I realize now that the difficult part is not in waking up at 4am to go to the gym or keeping up with a strict healthy diet, no! The difficult part is in knowing and accepting that personal transformation is, in fact, a continuous process of personal improvement and it has no end."

YOUNG. YOUNG 19TH JULY 2013 LYRICS I'mma travel the world before I get to settle, And I know that am young and ain't got a medal, Dar-City holler n@&%a ain't much to do, You a'int gotta ask me nigga do you, And I consider my self a self made n@&%a, I could picture the world with NO fake n"&%z, See I could burn the like heat from a chandelier, I take the lead on this beat, call it pioneer, So Imma leave the past back where it needs to be, T-zee richer is all I need to see, I a'int no preacher but I done made a speech, n@&%a Fuck NECTA, You don't tell me how my brain works by the paper, It only takes one deed, ya'll need to speak up, Call em stupid, coz they young, Peace and Love is at the tip of they tongues, Their hopes and dreams beyond the sound of they guns, Started back when I'm young, I think about it am stunned, Fellaz walking they sons, And feeling up on em hoes, I wish a n@&%a would, Thinking like they hollywood, Bit@es come in packs and get a di8k and a bag of weed, Pussies on the magazine, Is all these bitc@es' fantasies, Money in they purse, sucking di8k on they posts, And I swear it's like a curse, when they twerk at the club after work, and they first in the church, With a twist in Word, it's the worse, And I feel like ghost, When am lost in the verse,

Wreckage You pant hard when you mad, Everything you say in fury, Falls on a perfectly functional ear but then flows out the other like it were a math equation freshly memorised for that last exam on that final year, Sole crushed by your very words uttered in total outbreak of the irrational anger, And the wreckage feels like it were a thousand elephants done passed through a city street in a mad rampage, Total outrage, but I'm thinking deep, wondering whether we on the same page, Contradicting one another, even though we're preaching on the same stage, Self worth is the common standard through which we value our conversation, The duties we delegated, designated thoughts, and things we tried to achieve on this agreed union, are all but for the best intentions, In the end we both phased into, what first was a subtle desperation then turned into a mad scramble for love even in hell's pits... Suddenly we both wished we were never here in this obsolete reality crumbling down in small bits.. Sadly none of us took the hint, we thought highly for this love so we still kissed and made peace only to fight again a few hours later not knowing of that day's end; One of us would lie down never to wake again... ©Henry Thad

Little Things Wet kisses and long hugs, On one hand a squeeze and on the other hand, ice cream, got a brain freeze, I feel that warm love, heart melts... Then no stress

Rhythm Heights Rhythm Heights: SPOKEN WORD Live in the moment and not the past, I swear it's like everybody has turned careless, Talk of women, cribs and their lives' stress? All that fame is these days is business, Talking past pain, the drugs, cars, money and the illness! The word am looking for is "pitiful", for the world is still so beautiful, Success is critical, but how come the means are so;"radical"? Everyone wants to reach new heights, Standing and cheering with those who shine in the bright lights, Yee oh we sing along, to songs with meaning moulded to trap us all, I must admit that they all sound enticing, beats synced in the heart and mind, whispering embedded feelings to the soul, Ow! What could go wrong with what we say? Or do? It is either we cause or effect a change in the states we in, balancing the rational and irrational to assume live's better quality? (This was just too random) ©Henry Thad