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SHONE* -999 cents [prod// @javi imy @djbrian]

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Come On (Marcelo Melim Remix)

Frost & Fire

Shake off the Dust

Been a While

javi #swgwrq [prod.fukktoniooo]

Robert Morr, David Caballero - Disfruta (Javi Torres Remix)

Canción escrita por mí, Jordan Julian Chase (también Javier, criollíto) Tenía 11 años.

Estaba en Caracas. Mis tías me golpearon, no por algo que hice, sino simplemente por existir. No entendía por qué. Solo sabía que dolía. Ese día, en medio de la confusión, la rabia, y el deseo de desaparecer lento y para siempre, escribí esta canción. No era solo un poema. Era mi forma de gritar sin hacer ruido.

Cada palabra salió como un suspiro roto, como un intento de entender lo que nadie me explicaba. Era frustración infantil, sí, pero también una chispa de algo más profundo. No quería venganza. No quería atención. Solo quería que el mundo supiera que yo estaba ahí, que sentía, que sangraba por dentro.

Esta canción es mi testimonio. Mi resistencia. Mi forma de convertir el golpe en ritmo, el silencio en sonido, el dolor en arte. No la escribí para que me tengan lástima. La escribí porque era lo único que podía hacer para no desaparecer del todo.

Hoy, esa canción sigue viva... Y yo también.

Corre Javi, Corre!

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semetary type beat disstrack PROD: DaAids

Aight, so you heard the track. That ain't just some lyrics I wrote down, son. That's my life on wax. That's the road map of my scars, for real.

When I had to bounce from Venezuela, I landed in Haiti with nothing but the dust on my boots and a ghost in my eyes. I didn't speak the language, didn't know a soul. I was a target, a herb, shoulda been easy prey.

But the people there... the cats in Port-au-Prince... they was official. Real recognize real, you feel me? They didn't see an immigrant; they saw a man in pain. They looked me in my eyes, shared the little bread they had, and gave me a nod that said, "I see you, G. Keep your head up." That's that real love, the kind that don't cost a dime but is worth more than gold.

Then I kept pushin' north. Hit Quebec. And damn. It was like walkin' into a freezer. The buildings were clean, the money was there, but the hearts were on ice. I was invisible all over again, but this time it was different. It wasn't the struggle of the block; it was a cold, quiet dismissal. Cats would look right through you. That ain't hate, that's worse. That's indifference.

That journey taught me somethin' my four degrees never could: the cats with the least to give are usually the first to share it, and the ones sittin' on everything won't even give you a glance.

So when you hear me spit in French, in Creole, in Spanish... that's not me showin' off. That's me claimin' every piece of that road. The warmth from Haiti gave me the fire to not let the Canadian winter kill my soul. The song is my testimony. I survived the heat and I survived the cold. I carry the sun and the frostbite. I'm a product of both. Word is bond.

Frontière du feu

'ALL SHOWS TO BE RESUMED IN 2026'
http://jordanjulianchase.com

(also know as Lost.)


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Debut EP "Frost & Fire" available for streaming on multiple platforms. My uploads also include covers and solo guitar live recordings. Dive in and enjoy the music!

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