2nd V sound kinda like if PRXJEK had a younger brother named SLOJEK.

This story, it's something else, heavy and real painful. It's about Tío Juan, "Juan Sabas Torres Monterola" you can find his Facebook, it's still up, even though he's gone. This narrative, it's deep, straight from the gut, about the realest man I knew.

It starts mad sad. You picture sad strings, a soft piano like a ghost, crickets and sirens in the distance, like in Caricuao. My voice is almost a whisper, telling him, "From the soul, from the pain that won't shut up." Then, out of nowhere, screams, "Tío Juan!" It's intense.

Then you get a picture of Juan Sabás, from Barlovento, from Sarría. King of stories, with his pipe and mad style. More women than a castle, body of Adonis, angel smile, mad sex appeal, no fear, no limits. A 300% man, no filter. A father to many, a friend to have fun with.

He was Julia Monterola's oldest, my mother's brother. Always giving wisdom with flavor and love. Brother to Mayíta and all his sisters, always laughing at every BBQ. He had the biggest car, the funniest jokes, the soul of the party, a divine godfather. But life, it doesn't play favorites. It killed two of his sons, Máikel and Harold. What a grievance. He was hurting.

Then it's just silence, distant gunshots, an echo. My voice cracks, asking, "Who gives a father his kids back? Who takes away the pain of seeing your sons die?" And then his brother, Tío Humberto, cries out "Níche!" that's what they called him "and now what?" It's heavy.

That's where the rage kicks in. You feel the aggression in my voice. It was his own daughter, with her dirty boyfriend, for a few measly dollars. They choked him out in his sleep, no chance to scream. The most handsome Black man, gone, couldn't even get up. You hear the choking sounds, the muffled screams, then silence, his heartbeat fading. I'm asking, "Who has the balls to talk about this shit? Where's the justice for this sinister tragedy?" I'm Javier, saying it because nobody else dares. They're scared, but my soul isn't backing down.

This part, it's my weak spot. Sad piano, rain falling. I'm telling you, "Forgive me, Tío Juan, I didn't call you that time." I thought there was time. His last call, his voice tired, and me, like an idiot, thinking about my workday. The pain doesn't fit in my chest. I failed him, my godfather. The family knows there's nothing to be done, revenge doesn't bring back yesterday.

Then the mood gets dark, grave, street echoes, and you hear Afro-Venezuelan drums. My voice is firm, nostalgic, reflective. He was the most handsome Black man in Sarría, dancing salsa with joy. Had kids everywhere, gave love without conditions. But they snuffed him out like a candle, like a betrayal hidden behind a smile. Yeniré, enough, tell the truth, no fear. The family knows, the soul's on fire. No justice for such a big soul, no forgiveness for killing the one who uplifted you most. But we're here, telling his story, so the world knows he lived with glory.

It ends with drums, distant laughs, and the sound of a pipe being lit. My voice is soft again, "Rest in peace, Tío Juan... Your story isn't erased... Your soul lives on in the rumba..." And then that last scream, "Juan Sabáás!", fading in pain. It's truly heavy.

Juan Sabás

Black Juan

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Good cop, bad cop
Bad cop, bad cop
Two bad cops
C'mon

Now we are young men, better behave
Or you're gonna be a lifer or you'll dig your own grave
It's the law, they say, while they laugh in your face
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn" as they push you in your place
Good cop, bad cop, no one to call
Two men in black draggin' you through the hall
Your rights in a bin, your face to the wall
Can't you see it now? Can you hear the brawl?
Well, I do, I do
I'm seein' the sky turn red and blue
What am I supposed to do?
The world is one big interview
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
C'mon

Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock
Sayin', "Boy, you're gonna learn"
Good cop, bad cop
C'mon, let's rock

good cop bad cop

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Never Got a Chance ft. Shawn Slawter (prod. Imotape Productions)

Lyrics:
wake up every morning 
you’re not there 
duh 
running my past 
hate how it stares 
back 
tell me if you even ever cared 
what 
do they really think when I’m not there 
tell me what they say 
i think i know what ima hear 
i'm in the same place stuck that i was last year
and i don’t care anymore 
i cant sleep 
it's a chore 

just to try to rest 
i been turning off my phone 
if i don’t text back 
please don’t take it too personal or get too attached 
i’ll move onto the next 
collecting souls in my nest 
but you aren’t cursed no you're blessed
still put your heart to the test 
were hanging off of that ledge 
might make you hold in your breath 
just to choose her in the end
i hate the way that i am 
i’ll probably never be shit 
might end up eating a clip 
or jumping off of that bridge

wake up every morning and you're not there
running from my past i hate how it stares 
back at me 
don’t turn your back on me 

wake up every morning 
you’re not there 
duh 
running my past 
hate how it stares 
back 
tell me if you even ever cared 
what 
do they really think when I’m not there 
tell me what they say 
i think i know what ima hear 
i'm in the same place stuck that i was last year
and i don’t care anymore 
i cant sleep 
its a chore

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