Flawed King

A king ain't crowned without scars, and Flawed King bleeds every one of them onto these pages. This ain't just poetry-it's confession, war cry, love song, and funeral dirge wrapped in one. Cobb spits ink like hollow tips, etching his pain into verse, his truths into rhythm, and his rage into rhyme.

From the depths of betrayal to the heights of self-discovery, Flawed King drags you through the wreckage of a life flipped inside out. The rhymes cut deep-mirrors cracked, love lost, loyalty tested. One moment, he's drowning in regret; the next, he's on the come-up, teeth gritted, fists tight, grinding through the storm. His words don't just tell a story-they SCAR.

This ain't for the weak-hearted. The love here ain't soft-it's raw, bruised, battle-worn. The anger ain't just shouted-it's dissected, measured, and spat back in your face with precision. Cobb doesn't just vent; he BUILDS. And if the foundation is cracked? He writes through the wreckage, verse by verse, line by line.

For the ones who have loved and lost, who have fought and failed, who have risen and fell-this is your book. But heed the words of R.s Cobb aka B.O.N.I.: "Explicit. That's the only warning you will get."