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-yo mama
Every day I repeat myself. The same words, the same phrases, the same actions. Some days I feel I have lived before, built on fragments of older days, while other days feel like a mosaic of days to come. I long for unique days, but I find that the more effort I expend, the more I seep into ordinary.
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Repeating oneself is vital to human life; habits act as a shield. Shielded, we are secure, but then again, a shield can obscure one's view. Lowering our shields can allow us a clearer picture of what lies ahead.
My name is Iko. Repeating Myself is my album. Written and recorded from February '25 to March '26. I hope you are able to take something from it, I sure learned a lot myself.