Through rhythmic and lurid poetry, headspun sounds the voice of a deprived, yet faithful brown-skinned boy searching for peace and prosperity. This voice often goes unheard, kept captive in a world of broken family ties, low income community politics, and ceaseless sinning. Though Munir recognizes the beauty behind cultural identity and connection, he demonstrates how lengthy the pilgrimage towards self discovery may be for some, and vividly illustrates the struggle woven in its path. Maneuvering through realms of grief, desperation, and paranoia, we are all compliant to serve the highest forms of self, and to unravel the darkest thoughts running circles in our heads. The question lasts, what does it take to rise out of our own abyss?