Forgive Me. Forgive Me Not.

Forgive Me Not

K33G 

Produced by Bloomcycle aka Big Flowers

(Music Video) Shot & Directed by Mari Geti 

Release Statement 

“From a young age lost faith in the preacher,” a line in a song I dropped on Soundcloud in May of last year, (written & recorded I don’t even remember when anymore) became the crux for what is now an eight (8) song project.

 Life keeps unfolding for me in a series of head-scratching & bizarre ways. One seemingly insignificant decision, occurrence or encounter after another, my path stays getting unexpectedly upended. Making full circle connections that even when they are right in front of me, remain difficult to explain. 

Before I started making music I didn’t really believe in magic. It was a disbelief that I was confronted with often. Growing up in Trinidad and surrounded by dense heaps of folklore, eyebrows would raise whenever the tales didn't move you. Sorcery! Witchcraft! Shame! Some of my friends and family would suspect that I was perhaps of the same cloth, a similar ilk! Others looked at me with pity for lacking the faith needed to believe in such mysteries as the sudden disappearance of livestock and strange sightings of women walking around with hooved feet. But my understanding of the phenomenon has changed a bit and a new sentiment has emerged. As I continue to experience happenings outside of my field of vision or comprehension, I have become aware that The Magic I was hesitant to appreciate growing up exists around me in one way or another. It always has. It was never the type of scary, Salem-trials, deep in the dark forest entity which I was led to believe. It simply extends outwardly, in every direction and from each person as it travels with them on their maneuvers through life. Depending on the variables at any given time, this magic may even show itself. 

Going into too much detail here would ruin the stocks I’ve left marinating for you. The writing on this tape is… eerily prescient. Though some of the content precedes it, around this time last year I was writing and recording in a crude little box, (my slumlord maintained apartment in Ridgewood, New York) while battling said landlord in tenant housing court, unsure if I would soon become unhoused or not and in the meantime helplessly watching as the final threads of my romantic relationship unravelled slowly in front of me. In the days leading up to the breakup and a housing resolution, I would sit in my room with the pack of Big Flowers beats and an 8th and just grieve. Past, present and future. Grief for that which I had yet to experience but I knew was on its way. I had the Subjxct5 produced songs, I had the Driveby production, and my heart was seeking a way to tie it all together. Enter “Florchester4.mp3”. 

That was the file name for what would eventually be track 5 on the tape. “Lord forgive me / Rapping like I’m tryna get what God didn’t gimme.” The gravity on this song dropped me flat on my back and asked me what the fuck I wanted to do about it. The magnetic pull, relentless and gripping, like a full nelson. I would come back and listen to the sounds and just let it wash over me,into my pores and hair follicles. When the raps started coming they just fell out of my mouth, there was no reason to think. I had already begun to embody the feeling I was attempting to communicate.

Where will it take us next?

For now, enjoy this song on Youtube — Soundcloud — All Streaming Platforms.

Let me know what you think, you know I love to hear from you.