Rimanist's track "Acclimated" (produced by EonMuskmadeit) is a bold, energetic single designed to get listeners used to his worldwide movement. It blends trap soul aesthetics with lyrical themes of pain, growth, and purpose, establishing an immersive, "all access, no limits" vibe.more

so I always just wrote poems until i started rearranging and changing them to be lyrics. This the poem - not perfect, I know but real at the time the words poured out of me. done some time ago when I was toying with just spoken words with a bit of singing and a little shy to sing out loud really. She's not Mum, By Gray Area - my synonym & Alias in its original form. She's not mum I was Confused bemused with nothing left to lose The day you said you loved me Was it true Who knew. I was your punch bag to fill your angry gap I was the reflection you saw I somehow made you appalled when you looked at me reminding you of a man I never knew the failure you were sure i would be I don't think you cared what would become of me Belted and whipped, the scars that I'll keep all the flaws only you saw and how nothing will come of me just failure defeat drummed in me And when I told her the Of the years of my abuse She simply sighed and as if that issue was defused You didn't face the truth or fight for my innocence or youth i wanted to shout but this was abuse It felt like the motherly love was dead the silence was enough said Over the years I stopped trying to please helped me live with awkward ease The falsity's denied. I begged and I tried still couldn't say you loved me even when i cried. Even despite what I achieved. Could have walked the seven Seas the maternal love had a long time died calling you mum always felt like i lied In the end I stopped trying to pretend That we had a the coveted mother child bond on my own I proved you wrong I learnt to defend & fight and find where I belong I Understood who I am. A woman that's strong And can rise above like what's said in that song About not how you fall but about how you rise above something about having self love It is fair to say that your words have haunted me And the scars remain open and deep I can't hate you or blame you, as I love who I am & will I be So I guess for this I should thank you can't forget the reliance i have and made me Ill remember the day we found out my cousin was abused too And how you crumpled and cried, like your child had died But seemed to forget it happened to me too the horror of the past was in front of you i, your daughter stood alive by your side, my cousin and me witnessed you break and made it about you but we were kids and should have been protected you the parent and aunt should have shown love but you deflected it was on that day I withdrew I gave up on you For me you should have cried but also be filled with pride Instead I was struck like the belt that you used to hurt me That this girl of yours despite all the odds had managed to thrive In spite of all the troubles I'd had in my life Now I'm a mum everyday its a blessing a mum thats present my love isn't missing A point that was missed by you my grandma who raised me would tell you its true Maybe i was a symbol of remorse and not a blessing But obviously i'm just guessing I'm simply basing it on the way you treated me maybe call it neglect id don't know but Love should come with no fee the only attention was when you were beating me I was the seed that you planted should have watered and nurtured cherished who i am, been eager to see who I'm destined to be But you only saw the negative version you expected of me. the art form that you created To show your love, to make me feel i belonged I'm not dumb, the dunce you called me but I'm clever the mother bond is not a manmade tether That this daughter of yours was really the prize So today, I think you've come to realise Now you need of some help as you got old but unlike you i cannot be as cold It shouldn't have been hard to create that bond a daisy chain knot shouldn't forget me not love is water lacking it won't last forever You called me dumb couldn't see I'm clever I am now the one that you'll need. The roles are reversed and it's my love that you'll crave But the garden was planted with a bad seed a garden impossible to feed Its hard to think i'll stand by your grave and grieve it will be hard to find the words i will breathe avoid or grieve like a daughter should Because I can't shake the notion that I should have been loved. - Mastered by mixea.commore

- Mastered by mixea.commore