Akapellah x Tao x Apache x Jack Russell x Sibilino - ESPN #DreamTeam

The constructive and expansive mindset is a nonviolent mindset. A mindset of focus and mental clarity, real good strength and fortitude, is grounded in non-violence. 
Although violence might be necessary in some extreme cases, it is the last resource and a measure of desperation.
This track is a warrior's walk in control. We know there's a lot more compassion missing in this world if we want to live better and triumph together. It is believed here that a successful mindset is in favor of cooperation and coordination for the benefit of all parties. The combat of such a warrior is every day. And it all starts in the mind.

"Up until this point you've been taught the violence equals strength and compassion equals weakness. This ideology is limiting. It is possible to be brutally tolerant or peacefully savage." - from the movie "The Art of Self Defense"

"A.R." is the premier alum of Emman Meroj and touches directly or indirectly in the topics of artificial intelligence; digital world; capitalism; grind culture; drugs culture; electronic music; human behaviour; relationships; materialism; technology; nature; connection and interception.

Mindset

08 Americanos - Canserbero - Disco Vida

06 Martillos Y Ruedas - Canserbero - Disco Vida

Lil Supa - Untitled  TCE MIC CHECK

[Verse]

The city's a canvas, painted in lights,

Each street's a melody, sweet as the nights.

Sidewalks hum softly, a syncopated beat,

And love’s the rhythm in every heartbeat.



[Chorus]

Oh, love in the city, it’s a song we all know,

It sways with the traffic, it dances where we go.

From the subway's echo to the rooftop's glow,

Love in the city—it's a jazz all its own.



[Verse 2]

The café's a chorus, the park’s a refrain,

Umbrellas in puddles, a city in rain.

We meet at the corner, our laughter takes flight,

Love is the lantern that burns through the night.



[Prechorus]

Neon whispers, taxis croon,

A saxophone sighs under the moon.



[Chorus]

Oh, love in the city, it’s a song we all know,

It sways with the traffic, it dances where we go.

From the subway's echo to the rooftop's glow,

Love in the city—it's a jazz all its own.



[Bridge]

Through crowded sidewalks, we waltz and we weave,

A duet of dreams, if you’ll believe.

The skyline’s a stage, the stars take their cue,

Every note of the city sings of me and you.

City Serenade

[Verse]

Concrete jungle, where the shadows grow bold,

Potholes swallowing dreams, stories untold.

Graffiti sermons on the walls preach the code,

A symphony of sirens, the city's soul sold.



Neon signs buzzing like they speak in Morse,

A steel horse gallops, tires scream hoarse.

Corner-store prophets sling wisdom for sport,

Truths wrapped in plastic, the streets' last resort.



[Chorus]

Concrete symphony, echo in the night,

Bassline thumping, hearts locked in the fight.

Echoes of the hustle, the struggle feels right,

Concrete symphony, sparks under streetlights.



[Verse 2]

Blocks stacked high like ambitions on fire,

Wire fences guard dreams that never tire.

Trash bags whisper secrets to the stray cats,

Old heads swap war stories over dice stats.



Pigeons dance grimy, their wings dusted in soot,

Bootleggers hustlin’ on the block, stay put.

This is life on the edge, no rehearsals, no scripts,

A melody raw, from the cracks it drips.



[Bridge]

Drums of the pavement, the rhythm won't stop,

Horns of impatience in the traffic jammed knot.

Echoes of footsteps, the tempo they bring,

The street’s heartbeat is the anthem we sing.

Concrete Symphony

[Verse]

Concrete claws grip my Timberlands, jungle paved in sin

Streetlights flicker Morse code, the city’s violin

Rats play tag where the shadows creep

Dreams get caught in the spider's web, promises don't keep



Got a pocket full of nothin’, but the weight feels heavy

Hustlers push their product like the ‘80s Chevy

Eyes scan the block, paranoia's steady

Soul’s a chessboard, knights move deadly



[Chorus]

In the jungle where the wolves don't sleep

Where the echoes of the past still weep

Every step, every breath, survival's steep

Concrete jungle tales, secrets buried deep



[Verse 2]

Cracked sidewalks hold secrets of forgotten kings

Crowns rust, turned to dust, shattered diamond rings

Graffiti hieroglyphs scream stories on the bricks

Murals of saints, demons playing their tricks



Street prophets on corners with apocalypse in their eyes

Selling truth in fragments, every word a disguise

The moon’s a snitch, spilling secrets to the night

Hope’s a flickering flame, barely holding its light



[Bridge]

Midnight whispers in the alleyway's spine

Broken clocks still ticking, losing track of time

Pigeons coo sermons on abandoned roofs

Truths buried in the gutter, uncouth but proof

Concrete Jungle Tales

It Dont Seem Long feat QP

Vida

Hace Falta Soñar

Music and more in the age of globalization and realization of systemic issues to be fixed and healed now, Emman Meroj is an alter-ego of Emmanuel Mejía Ornelas, serving as contemplative and dance music and creative output for activism purposes too.
Techno, Acid, Lo-Fi, Breakbeat, Industrial, Glitch, Ambient, Organic Electronic, Electro-Funk, Hardtek...
Emman Meroj is a soul and product of the digital era and capitalist globalization, playing  with experimental contemplative noise or dance music production, at a time when humanity is calling for a return to its roots, this is an exploration of sound and image in the  contemporary world.