Ghetto Confessions - Tiki

Tiki isn’t a demon. He isn’t a savior, either. He’s a witness. He lives on the fire escape, half-hidden behind a rusted AC unit and a laundry bag full of dirty secrets. Every night, I pour out a little something for him—sometimes soda, sometimes the dregs of a forty, sometimes just the salt from my tears. And I confess.

If your interest is in the original "confessions" or origin of Tiki himself: Ghetto Confessions - Tiki

“Tiki” is a nickname that evokes contradiction—a Polynesian idol of good luck, placed inside a concrete jungle where luck gets you killed. The 11-track project, clocking in at just 38 minutes, feels less like a studio recording and more like a diary found in a burnt-out apartment. Tiki isn’t a demon

: There are niche video series, such as the Tiki Bar Confessional on YouTube, which feature individuals sharing "honest" or scandalous stories in a relaxed, tiki-themed setting. He lives on the fire escape, half-hidden behind