"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
Creative 🧊 breaker: Describe your current mood w a song title.
Mobay, Jamaica Sat, Sept 7th 1:14 AM
KWES NA'JOUR BOAZ ᴋᴡᴇѕ
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Jah. Mi nuh think nutt'n can top jerk chicken ina' eh bad 1 o' clock with a drunk combo.
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I bit into the chicken, legs hanging off the Crown. Every man at my foot with a foil paper in their hand.
The bwoy Vonté was the only one not here.
Big Breeze blasted loudly from the speaker that Blem placed on top of the car, right next to where I was sitting.
We partied anywhere. We just needed music.
"Yo fadda. . .this badder dan kfc!" Blem told Jerky.
We laughed at that.
In a couple hours, I was getting married, one of the dumbest shit I've ever consented to, especially after the shit I've seen, but no female could ever kill my vibe.
My dawgs made sure of that too.
We were doing the Bachelor party shit the real yaadie way.
"Yo it mad fi real, but saying it badder than KFC is a stretch dawg," Gradez chimed in. Clearly kfc tie the man.
