S. Oral
S. is 43 years old.
She is the Turntable Artist of ORALCLE.
S. is also known as "Slađana Jebobratović".
S. is located in Melbourne at Gangstah Gym & Spa Mel.
S. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Kćer Kurve i Narkomana (*with lyrics)
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Song Details
Kćer Kurve i Narkomana (*with lyrics) is Keep it Simple music in tempo Moderato. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 1/18/2021 by S. Oral. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
21 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
African Music |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
2/8/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Turntable System
Bagpipes
Goblet Drum
Special Lyrics
Born in the shadow of a dim motel glow,
To a mother with secrets the world wouldn’t know.
Her lipstick smeared like the truth she denied,
While dreams of salvation were buried inside.
Her father, a ghost in a chemical haze,
Lost in the labyrinth of his needle-filled days.
A king of decay, with a kingdom of dust,
Trading his soul for a fix he could trust.
She grew up where silence was louder than screams,
A child with no lullabies, just fractured dreams.
Her cradle, a corner; her blanket, despair,
Her innocence stolen by the weight of the air.
The streets whispered stories she learned all too young,
Where mothers sold love and fathers sold drugs.
She danced with the shadows, her steps full of pain,
Each move a rebellion against the blood in her veins.
"You’re nothing," they’d spit, she'd think "It's lies",
Her anger a fire that burned in her eyes.
For the daughter of ruin, no pity was sought,
Her strength was a weapon the darkness forgot.
She survived everything with a tongue sharp as blades,
A survivor who thrived in the filth and charades.
Prayers for the junkie, tears for the night dame,
Their sins were her curse, and she is their shame.
Record Releases
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