You can watch the video with this album on YouTube here.

This album is a project just for fun that has been circling back to me for years but I had the urge to record it while staying in Dahab, Egypt. Album is a strong word - it's a collection of a cappella titbits I've writen over the years. I realised after I recorded it that I was staying in a house that was on 'Hip-Hop' street, hence the cover art. I also realised this is episode #44, an most important number to me. So it feels special I guess. It's another leap into not giving a fuck about what people think in terms of releasing my art into the world. Maybe it took me years to record this because it took that long to have the courage to post it. "The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell..." Steven Pressfield wrote. "He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.” Welcome to hell. I think everyone who listens to rap secretly writes some in their notes on their phone. What a beautiful world if we all felt free enough in self expression to share them. This is particularly taboo for girls. At least where I'm from. I hope I can show them that if I can release them when this isn't even my calling, they can do it especially if it is their passion.
The title comes from my best friend Raquel, who christened me the name 'lil journey' when I first shared with her my raps. I'm always talking about the journey she recons. It was so funny that I couldn't not name it that. mew will always be my artist name but lil journey is the name of this album. I guess it is all a documentary of the journey.

Lyrics:

GARDEN OF EDEN 
I know I’m feelin' low cos I need to keep on weedin',
Gettin' high off truth in my lil garden of Eden, 
Took the red pill now it’s demons I be seeing,
Suddenly I’m naked - that truth was all deceiving ,
And was it God or the snake that really was misleadin'? 
And is this good or evil that really is within me,
Feeding these demons inside me I perceive them, 
Deceivin' and strategin', I’m fuckin; sick of dealin', 
Maybe I should sance with them instead of always fearin',
Maybe there’s a lesson but I’m fucking sick of bleeding. 
But I refuse to be leaning like it’s the only thing releaving,
Refuse to stay kneeling when I know I can be breathing,
Allow the tears to rain, allow myself the greivin', 
Allow the growing pains, hurtin' like I’m teething, 
Let myself keep feeling cos I know feeling is healing,
Sing tomorrow will be brighter, just gotta keep believing. 
So if you came to tear me down boy then you had best be leaving,
Cos if you could see the demons in my mind? Ha! You’d know that facing you was easy. 

THE JOURNEY 
Trying, trying, trying, trying - they told me just to be. 
Being is a state of mind but mine is lost in me.
A ghost that floats across the roads within my own city. 
Can I find, my own mind, in the shadow of dis ease? 
Once I broke my ego down I lost all sense of me. 
A stranger in the mirror is the reflection I did see. 
Esteem became a memory and confidence a dream. 
“Help me find my purpose” is a prayer that I would plead. 
I was saved from my own way when self love was redeemed. 
When I mended, I remembered, that I am Queen. 
My shadow self is here to help and not my enemy. 
Now I break apart down to my heart what’s not serving me. 
Pulling weeds and planting seeds of positivity,
To lose your way is to stray from creativity,
I know today I’ll always stay with my own journey. 
You know the one - you have won; when you just believe. 

SUICIDAL THOUGHTS 
I never would commit suicide, 
cos murder ain’t my crime, 
but I thought if god could knock me off then maybe that would be alright,
Cos some days I’ve just got no strength left at all,
Like literally - can’t get up off the kitchen floor,
I’m laying thinking what’s the fucking point of it all,
I can’t get up, cos I’m still negotiating with God - 
Like God, why’d  you bring me to this life?
Put me through this strife with my mind just fighting to stay alive and,
I can’t even get no peace even at night. 
Woke don’t mean wise when you’re up till  sunrise and,
I just can’t seem to find the light. 
There’s no way forward and there definitely is no guide but,
I know that it’s time to rise. Took time to cry but I ain’t a victim I survive but, 
Maybe I’m supposed to lead. 
Can I really believe in my abilities or,
Maybe I’m supposed to teach - 
Others how to lead themselves so they don’t need me , 
And Suddenly my life has a mean-ing 
Podcast, open heart, message streaming,
Best believe that my message be receiving,   
Maybe others can relate. 
Maybe our culture can be saved.
Live my life, everyday, open book, page by page;
All of my demons are named. 
All of their reasons explained. 
I don’t know. All i know is, 
I will never, ever, ever, loose
faith. 

DJANGO 
I’m not the greatest rapper, i'm not a dedicated fiend pro,
While you’re working on your free flow I'm working on my ego, 
Django,
This is on the side, helping the divide, helping people to realise,
But I'm still better than yourself, so call that pussy pride.
So much shit to do but I'm just so fucking tired,
Smoking chronic fatigue it kills me from inside,
Tryna loose the weight of the world before I die,
Maybe ya'll could all share in the load once in a while. 
Django
I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m running out of time,
I’m tired, I’m tired, and no ones asking why, 
I’m sighing, I'm sighing, it’s time to re-align, 
I’m lying, I’m lying, I told y’all I’ll be fine!
To be real, I do this for the girls,
To try to help them see that there is a freer world,
To help them be the freeest version of themselves,
Cos let’s be real, this world makes us feel devalued, 
And it’s always the girls who give me all the likes,
And I cant help but wonder, where are all the guys?
Is it disinterest? Or is it really fright?
Why is this a battle alone we have to fight?
And whenever I post something controversial online inside I silently aay goodbye to whatever guy that I like at the time.
But this is more important, are you with me ride or die?
No time to ask me questions, no time to ask me why - 
Django. 
Asleep or awake that’s a decision that you make 
Django. 
I can’t do this alone do you think you will awaken
Django.
Odds are stacked against us but I’ll never loose faith 
Django.
Django. 

WOKE BUT BROKE 
Squished into suburbs that don’t even have trees 
we criminalise weed that connect us spiritually
But legalise alcohol and be giving kids speed 
Spreading it through the communities 
Don’t buy into University 
I did for 6 years and 2 Degree 
It’s not for learning it’s for making money 
Institutionalising you to see how they see
We all deny our death, avoid the cemetery 
Sold funerals that’s the real conspiracy 
The matrix is really a documentary
And if you have two parties that’s no democracy 
Dem-o-cross-y? There’s no agree to disagree.
Murder in the streets when we disagree
The Media is one big family 
And they teach us self hate so they can sell us remedies 
Hate our own bodies from the age of 13
We don’t value art, cause that’s intimacy 
With our own souls and we rather not see 
Truly there’s only one way to be freed -
Meditate. and love everything you see. 
We can change the world if we change internally 
If you control your thoughts then you control reality  
Know you’re on the path - synchronicities 
Follow Carl Jung and his psychology 
Pull each other up when our ignorance bleeds 
forgive straight away for what we couldn’t see 
We can both be good and have opposite beliefs  
Everyone has securities
My thoughts aren’t me, and that’s a relief 
Become the observer and you become free 
follow OB1 and set yourself free
Look inside your mind
Don’t be scared of what you’ll find
Learn to love the darkness and you’ll turn it into light
Heaven and hell are just states of mind 
Love verses fear,  your attention will find 
Which reality, you create in time
So be careful with your thoughts and make sure that they aligned
Meditate. so your in control of your life
Or you’ll be controlled on auto pilot

COS IM THE FUCKING BITCH YEAH WHO BROKE YOUR FUCKING HEART
Cos I’m the fucking bitch yeah, who broke your fucking heart,
Even though I’m the one who was honest from the start. 
I told you we weren’t would mates and that one day we’d depart, 
Told you I have to travel and do other things apart,
But you never even wanted me till I tried to depart, 
I was never your priority, you always put me last,
And after months of pushing me away, I fell out of love,
I was the last one in the relationship, last one to give up. 
But I’m the fucking bitch yeah who broke your fucking heart, 
Cos when I left your finally realised just within one month, 
That alone was just too painful and that you scared of the dark,
No you never even loved me, alone was just too hard. 
And now I know you wish that you never stuffed it up. 
Now I know you sit in the pain of messing up. 
But you cannot just say that so instead you must make up -
That I’m the fucking bitch yeah, who broke your fucking heart. 

I BELONG TO FREE 
No one ever knows when it’s time to let me go. 
No one ever knows when it’s time to let me grow. 
Try to shut my light, make me a suitable wife, 
Try to pull my wings so I cannot take flight. 
If they really loved me, then they would really see,
I don’t belong to anyone; I belong to free. 

WISHING WELL 
Yeah,
You said you wish your exes well but now I’m sitting at this wishing well,
Wishing I was in fucking hell, 
Wishing you’d just fucking yell, 
Or tell me just how you feel, so maybe we can work it out, 
But maybes that’s your game, turn me against my fucking self, 
That shit won’t work no more, now that I have mental health, 
Now that I have found my wealth, 
I’m not about to waste my life playing games to figure out, 
All the words and riddles that come rolling out yo fucking mouth. 
What’s the matter boy? Scared I might just make it out? 
Scared-er that you won’t, cos unlike me you have self doubt? 
You know you’re not the first I conversed the universe and what it’s about. 
But you’re the last I will pass when fast on my paper route. 

ROADSIDE FLOWERS 
I just want a quiet life, as a quiet wife. 
A home where I can hear the ocean and see the stars at night. 
I wanna sell roadside flowers,
And honey from my bee hives. 
Read books to my children,
Teach them to love themselves right. 
I’ve built the home within my heart 
Now all I need is you - 
But please, soul mate, take your time 
So that when you do come home, 
I know you’re coming home for good. 

RESPECT THE FEM 
DMT still in my system will you listen to a sister who be spittin' all this wisdom?
Can’t trust the feminine yo just bcos it’s different, 
It’s not a competition but you bitches still be tripping,
Genders out of balance and it’s reflected in the system.
You scared we ain’t forgiving, we scared you ain’t committed,
You think we want provisions while we think you want our kittens,  
Unity should be our mission, look inside and see division,
Respect the fem within yourself and you will hear her wisdom
End transmission.