Only when I smell the earth upon my face, will I ever be free, to fly from this place. - Dawud Wharnsby

No more starry eyes from behind these dusty spectacles. I’ll wipe them and follow my own shadow for a change.

Standing in the market square, so alive but void of life, We work and we sweat and we struggle through each day. As our efforts scar our hands, this world stains us with demands. It’s hard to see life’s humour in the business games we play. As we gnaw our nails with stress, our fists and hearts pound so carelessly. With every effort forward, how much more can we digress?

My intention is to use music as a tool for social change. It is always a prayer of mine that the work I produce will help, in some small way, to better the world or provide others with hope in themselves or trust in The Creator’s mercy to us all.