When’s the next flight out of here, I need to board my life before I give into fear. We make decisions off of visions, and if we act with precision, call it a mission, there will be no division between you and your dreams. Lived through it all, got on those high focal beams, He said: “All it took was patience”, I’m tossing in bed, wondering if he’s ever really there, God, are you there? Cause’ I’m doing my praying, but this all seems so unfair.
We just want to make it, fighting temptation, trying to avoid that bottomless pit. Let’s all climb the highest mountain, peak at the world like so did Einstein, and take a sip of that Jesus fountain… and let it all sink in. Let live through this blackened heart, life’s just so funny always tearing us apart. What if you choose to refuse the superficial muse, look at yourself and act right, put your brains to good use.
They’re still dying, mothers, fathers still crying, and your ‘share’ on Facebook did nothing more than get a look, while pissing off captain hook, but yes, they’re still dying, bodies and bags, bodies in bags multiplying, fetch her a shoulder ain’t no stopping all the crying, but you’re still denying, right? This shit does humanity no good, My god, get me flight, I need this picture out of sight.
Photograph by: Toni Frissell
I’m thinking I should throw away the key, lock me up in this misery, weakness creeping draining me emotionally. I’m thinking I can’t do it without the pills, chill me out for a minute, let me get happy again than I’ll quite, but why? I’m thinking this here can’t overcome me, I fought so hard I just want be. Set me right, set me right, set me high, so high up truth can’t touch me, yes there’s no need to rush me, where do I go from here?
I’m thinking low can’t feel so low, recall his face that was a low blow. How could you change so abruptly, no warning just told me “I’m too young for this shit” and then go start acting crazy. When exactly did you realize, was it while I fantasized about us two getting legalized? I don’t know love like you do, where’s my guru no one told me my story would have no you. I’m trying to cope, figure it all out, kind of funny hoping someone big, real big, will add a beat and help me see it out.
What’s it like to be admired? Body polished, fit, and wired. How does his touch feel on your skin not on mine. Is it delicate, cold, out of ten is it a nine? Where do I fall in his mind, thoughts distant, non-existent, hard to withstand. Does my visual cause glitches in your routine? Cast a spell on your manhood, hard to handle it’s Palestine. Is it true you might feign for me? How does your body fit with mine, ideal so epic that it may cross a line? Is it possible you and me, can I lay and fall to my dismay at your side eyes attentive, opened wide, is this real?
Where does my physical stand with you is it minimal or can I embrace for ever? Breath deep like I never, stand naked baring gold slightly, tarnished by other by it’s yours, do you want it? Is this too bold, will my light-almond focus be enough to invoke a caress far from friendly, for my pleasure mainly, do I stand a chance? Be front seat not side hit, will you play me off and prefer smooth nectar and tall, cut life lines before they crawl?
Battling yourself thinking light will come your way, why do we compare ourselves to another, we should love each other without any bother, but we kill to our dismay… Life’s purpose is set like a Lego set with a bet, they say dream within the realm of your vision, but how the hell can we live under constant supervision?
I take Cole’s truth, I take his word, I take his fault in this process after all it’s one guy with a lot to say, a lot to portray, crooked smile and all no one’s denying him pay,It’s sex and dark life but truth is truth and hits cold like a knife. This is about nothing and everything you imagine, looks can be deceiving just look at the record on that beauty queen. What it is, is it you or is it me? It’s on the color of the beholder feigning her body with glee.
Once again, female power, passion, and sex appeal come seeping out of P La Cangri’s music. Hard at work in the studio for the summer P has cooked up a promising lineup of hits that are true to her work ethic and raw talent. Behind the tough Brooklyn-girl exterior is a beautiful soul that speaks of love, heartbreak and the struggles endured in the music industry that have shaped her unique and vibrant sound. In P’s world it’s all about staying true, never selling out, and daring to call out the opponent to a around-about of battling lyricism, but who will step up? Whether its the Cuban blood or the Puerto Rican influences fueling this star’s fire I can’t decipher, but what is real at any moment in her artistic trajectory is the love and dedication stamped on her product. Stay tuned for her new album’s release P La Cangri Viene Duro!
Take the right measurements of talent, dedication, vision, and sensuality and you get what seems to be a collaboration effortlessly successful; it’s SUPERMEGAFUTURESHIT. Along come a couple of up and coming painters of epic sounds and the music industry finds itself with no other option than to make way for them. JHYVE, singer and SOUL, producer of this independent project have joined forces to create a sexy and inviting style sure to refresh R&B. This album embodies the modernism of today’s futuristic production trends while maintaining a soulful and intriguing creativity unique to its makers. Women drenched with insinuation and a desire to be serenaded by the likes of new musical blood seems an outcome not far from factuality, for JHYVE’s lyricism is a classy seductress that ignites with the sultry production of SOUL.
SUPERMEGAFUTURESHIT carries the perfect R&B vibe that transcends from a set of speakers into a space where dance and sensuality pare indefinitely. What’s more, it proves the raw talent and ability of Toronto’s artists as these fellas step up to represent and cultivate genuine relationships with other musicians their fans. So, if you’re a fan of independent music and the movement that is the music of today pay these guys a visit on Twitter @talktoSOUL and @thisisjhyve, or visit http://www.jhyvexsoul.com and jam out to your future class act.
Nick Rivera Caminero, better known in the Reggaeton world as Nicky Jam, is what I like to like an underrated talent. His authentic voice is sexy yet hard hitting when needed on those edgy bars, and what’s more, his voice is never mistaken for another as it comes through the speakers of your radio. The half Boricua half Dominican singer has been in the game for a while making hits with industry bigs like Daddy Yankee, Hector El Father, Big Boy, and Rakim y Ken-Y. All-time favorites like “Yo No Soy Tu Marido” and “Chambonea” represent old-school Reggaeton at its purest form, the type that makes you feel the undeniable sensuality of the Urban branch of Latin music.
Currently residing in Medellin, Colombia Nicky Jam continues to work hard at his calling and always maintains genuine references to the streets he finds inspiration in. Whether it’s the beautiful women that walk those streets, or the struggle that lives within them the MC always delivers music that pays homage. It’s simple, don’t be mislead by his subtle presence in the lime light, just show support to the talent regardless of the amount of spotlights shone on them. Let me say this, Nicky Jam Reggaeton, like the one us true die hards learned to sweat it out to, is not for everybody, but if you appreciate the genre and solid talent, you’ll get it.