Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it is, The longer to rise. Be wise not to be controlled by heart. Not everything you feel is right, But what you see will never break your heart. Learn to control your heart.
Bream Zaza Maduna was born in 1998 in Estcourt KwaZulu-Natal. He started school in 2004 in Estcourt and then in 2007 he moved to Durban with his family. To finish where he left of, and since then music and art became a dream that he was wishing to see it prosper. In 2014 he moved to Amanzimtoti and met friends, and he started a group called YOUNG NATION SA. That group have 5 members, and the group dropped a track called Usazobuya (meaning Jesus will be back). The track did well with thousands of downloads, and now Bream want to make history as a Hip-Hop rapper, singer and a poet. Most of his songs are based on the bible, because he believes that only God can make a human prosper. If you want his songs go to SoundCloud and Search for Bream Zaza Maduna, and also available on Kasimp3.com/yn. follow on Twitter @breamzazamaduna Facebook page Bream Zaza Maduna Instagram @bream771
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