I laugh at the accusations— some might even be true, but they’ll never catch the whole truth, ‘cause I move in plain sight, unseen by the blind, and undeniable to the ones who matter. Ain’t no secrets, bih— I’m raw, real, and authentic to the marrow. The game? It’s in me, not on me. I

By The Shadow Alchemist They wonder why I drape myself in red. Why I chose it as my dominion, my war paint, my altar fire. Red is my bloodline— Indigenous, unbroken, etched in the marrow of my bones. It’s the drumbeat of ancestors that colonizers could never silence. Red is power.

Mf study me, but still won’t know me. They write notes, dissect my shadow, trace my steps like scripture— but the code stays locked. I am not a textbook, I am a spellbook. I am not an answer, I am a riddle. You can memorize my words, but you’ll never hold my truth. Mf study me, but

We Will Be Ok I’m okay—if not incredible. Sometimes life tricks you into believing you need more than it has to offer. But I’m not saying to settle—never settle for less than your worth. We were born into a world conditioned by sorcery, heavy spells cast from the beginning of mankind. Som