At your behest, let me traverse your chest, hills and valleys

See I’m hoping that your sounds will carry

Echoing sentiments on your skin

Please let me in your mind?

Your man is texting…nevermind him

Pay attention to the longing, let it creep in

Putting arches in your body, let me seep in

Like a longing that’s been so long forgotten, an absence so nostalgic like Father’s Love and Mother’s Worry

I’ll play the part with your permission, no need to hurry

-Cesar (Follow on IG: @simply.cez)



The most comfortable prison is habit
where the walls and bars are made of our own reluctance
habitually falling into the rhythm of no substance
where we sing a tune and do a dance that we’ve had enough of
but guess what? we still dance just the same
habitually playing the game
games of politically correct, hive mentality, self defamation…it’s all the same
See I tell a brother “there’s more to you than this”, See I tell a sister “the media set up so you’ll rob yourself of your gifts”
but habit prevents changes
offering pennies for their thoughts just leaves me shortchanged


-Cesar (follow me on IG: @simply.cez)


Bless your heart Preacher Man
Stretch your hand Preacher Man

Hand out the fish, give him a dollar
but never really teach a man
Uneducated we keep a man
we tell him to pray to crosses

why the pastor never poor but the congregation is?
Tell the people offer more when you never really give
the camel enter the kingdom but not the rich man
but what if the preacher is the rich one, ain’t that a bitch man?