lyrics...melodies...vocals...and rhythm
growing up i'd hear songs that would strike a chord in me like being hit by lightning. whether it was the lyrics or the melody, something in the song would resonate throughout the body and echo to the farthest reaches of my mind. it didn't matter what the artist was wearing, only what they were saying; how the melody carried a pulse on its own. heck, stevie couldn't even see what he put on before steppin' into the booth to lay down a track like "ribbon in the sky"; yet he dressed the world with music fashion at its finest. what ever happened to days when the voice you heard on the radio meant more than the bling on your wrist or size of the rims on your ride. r&b raised me and it raised me on soulfood that quenched your thirst and fueled you for the chase.
i was ready for the world after each milestone even if it was after7, and on the surface i knew that a portrait was being painted of earth, wind, & fire.
"how do we know where we're going if we don't know where we came from"
tamia - last first kiss
ruff endz - if i was the one
blackstreet - money can't buy me love
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