Sani Believes
Bio
Usually disguised under my stage name RIP SAV, I’m here to express my writing beyond my platform. Beyond the beats and beyond the music just my stories raw like it’s unsafe. Allowing you to see my point of view just like I do :). Enjoy!
Stories (3/0)
1 in 3000
Reminiscing on the days when I was young and couldn't even understand the coded mastery presented in the music from such a celestial pair, I welcome nostalgia. Being from the west side I had a specific idea of how music sounded. Accustomed to what I was used to I had to learn the different styles and various forms of creativity expressed in art across the country. Black creativity was not new to me. Coming from the west side the household names were N.W.A., Tupac, Too $hort, Nate Dogg, and im sure you can picture the rest. So, that introduction to the alternative soul represented in the rhymes of Outkast and Andre 3000 himself has changed my life forever.
By Sani Believes3 years ago in Beat
Dissolution Pt. 2
It's actually insane how real visions can seem while you're deep in your mind. In this exact moment I couldn't even decipher whether this exchange with you was genuine or not. Not going to lie, it's slightly hazy in this room and everything is quiet. I only seen your lips moving but nothing comes out only these slight frequencies which I can't seem to decipher. Most times during this interaction my memory is immaculate and I visibly write these points in my head and remember them. My dwelling was abruptly interrupted by this beautifully aged lady next to me as she whispers, "Are you okay?" "Water please and a flame," I reply and before I could even ash my perfectly rolled fronto leaf I find myself in the passenger seat of this spirits 76' pumpkin Chevy Nova.
By Sani Believes3 years ago in Humans
Dissolution pt.1
I remember it all started with a glance in the mirror. Rather unaware of myself from a far, I had to lean in to get a closer look at myself. Normal insecurities I spout, "Ugh I am so pale! Why does my hair look so thin? I look Crazy!" In order to disregard my brains obvious attempt to dismantle the comfortability I had built for this trip, I lean in to where my reflections nose just barely brushes mine. The odd thing for me was prior to focusing directly into my soul's windows the only thing visible was the whites of my eye. Once I gave myself a closer look my pupils began to swallow my iris and soon my sclera was completely black.
By Sani Believes3 years ago in Humans
