VOICE OF OUR LIFETIME- K. MICHELLE

Alcohol consumed during this creative process: Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey (inspired by K. Michelle)

Headphones used during this process: SMS Audio Wireless Sports Headphones (Carmelo Anthony Edition) and SYNC by 50 Wireless Bluetooth Speaker

Location: The W South Beach, 2201 Collins Ave., Miami Beach, FL 33139

Current attire: No shirt, platinum dog tag, tan Sean John slacks, Kenneth Cole Watch (classic from 1998!) and Egyptian cotton socks by Ralph Lauren

Music powered by K. Michelle: “These Men,” “Nightstand,” “Ain't You” (my favorite), “Got Em’ Like,” “Time,” and “Sleep Like a Baby”

Streaming service equipped with TIDAL (High Definition) 

Current Mood: Intense, thoughtful, frustrated with my current Aflac plan changes, and getting quite lit on this Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey

I've wanted to cover K. Michelle for about four years now, and I always felt the right inspiration would come via her best music. The moment I took notice of her image, body, mind, and spirit on VH1, her journey intrigued me and set my mind ablaze. I'm staring at multiple pictures of K. Michelle, and they read like puzzle pieces. The pieces of the K. Michelle puzzle encompass pain, lust, nightmares, violence, bold uncontrollable sex, triumph, musical greatness, and Jack Daniel’s. It's a beautiful collection of events and no other black woman in the past five years has self-destructed, transformed, flourished, inspired, and dominated life better than K. Michelle. Period! The first track I decide to blare through my headphones is “These Men.” The drama of the initial ten seconds of the song is pure adrenaline and pain simultaneously. Her voice sonically invades my ears, and I can hear clearly how sorry “some” men can be:

Oh, these men
They don't know nothing about love
One woman ain't never enough
What am I to do?

Oh, these men
They sho' be getting around
Wifing all of these hoes around town
But I can't play fool
They don't know nothin', 'bout nothin', 'bout love

That's the shear brilliance of K. Michelle. She defines the pain, pleasure, lust, and constant pursuit of this thing called love in just a few lines. K. Michelle is the only woman in the world who can curse out, drag on social media, and make dog jewelry out of her ex-lover's clothes and the guy will still come back to her if she calls him. Insane! The point of view given by K. Michelle represents millions of women worldwide and is the driving force behind her success. She is the only woman who can decode the ratchetness, deceitfulness, hidden pain, and egoism of men via her sonic motion soundtracks. As the track ends, I reflect on these lyrics:

Pain, it's life
Oh, every time I try to find somebody to love me
I end up hurting
I tried Lance
I tried Bobby
I tried Memph (oh, his ass was sorry)
Then I tried Idris (ha-ha, and he still can get it even though he ain't shit)
I, I, I, I
See you'll always be here be with the shit
And I ain't having it
Why can't they act right?
Before they come in (oh) and ruining my life

Undeniably one of the greatest instances of chin-checking a dude. She has totally reversed the perception of power in the face of rejection and relationship failure.

I move on to the sexually stimulating production of “Ain't You” by Yung Berg, aka Hitmaka. The beginning tones and vibe of the record make me feel like I'm at LIV on a zoo-like Sunday night. All I can visualize is bottle girls walking through LIV with sparklers, me going nuts as they head to K. Michelle's VIP section and not mine! K. Michelle talks that ish on this track and I envision her clique on one side of the VIP and the guys on the other side mesmerized by her turn-up:

Hitmaka
I know you're gone on that liquor, ain't you?

I know you're gone on that liquor, ain't you?
Getting throwed with me baby, ain't you?
Only one I be giving game to
These dudes mad cause they really ain't you
I know you're gone on that liquor, ain't you?
Baby I ain't tryna change you
Got you gone and I feel the same too
These dudes mad cause they really ain't you

Oh, I got my own shit, don't want your money
Nope, I drop a hundred bands like it's easy money
These niggas is trying to shoot but you got the lay up
Ain't none of them telling the truth, nope
They fucking your day up

The prophecy of K. Michelle is real, people! The reason men connect with K. Michelle is her ability to make us feel like crap for being animals and then giving us the recipe for being a better person. That's the secret sauce of the K. Michelle jambalaya. Drinking straight from a $5,000 bottle of whatever she wants and controlling the scene at the same damn time. K. Michelle understands the intricate balance between beast mode, sexual dominance, and calculated submissiveness.  

I'm going on my fourth shot of Tennessee Honey, and I swear K. Michelle and I are walking on the balcony of my suite discussing which island we should buy. Tennessee Honey is a helluva of a drug! The track “Nightstand” comes on and the blended background vocals are simply angelic, providing the ultimate bridge for K. Michelle to walk across. 

I got it gridlocked, 2 Pac
3 shots, let it sink in
Hot ride outside
Four door, chauffeur driven
Here
I've got more to lose than you
Uuh uuh
Three o'clock in the morning
Y'all be on that other shit, but I ain't on it
Tryna give me your advice, but I don't want it
I've got things to do
Phone ring, I call em later
Just dissed this nigga for my vibrator
Hope you ain't in trouble
Cause I can't save you

No, no no no no oh
Put it on my nightstand, baby
Can you keep it right there baby?
Got it on my nightstand, baby
Excuse me, these won't just save me
Baby, please excuse my behavior
But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?

Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up

Can't wait to get back to my nightstand
Got a nigga right here, on my left
I've done rolled him to death
I guess I have to please myself

There is not a woman alive who hasn't or won’t connect with the lyrics above in their lifetime on multiple occasions. The panoramic view of K. Michelle's vision allows the world to understand unequivocally she not with the BS. Most humans in defeat lose power within themselves and withdraw from society and their immediate circle. K. Michelle removes the knife of pain from herself, wipes it off, and then hunts down her attacker with it. K. Michelle is one of the most feared lionesses in the jungle. The lyrics of her life are protecting women everywhere and shine light during their darkest moments. Just imagine millions of women of all colors blaring “Nightstand” in their house and watching their lips mime the lyrics simultaneously. That's the phenomenon of K. Michelle, and that's why she's on the flight to legendary status.

I'm clearly hungry, so it's in my best interest to eat one of these cold chicken tacos. Cool, so I down two tacos, and now it's back to the music. The drumroll sound effect for the track “TIME” is the utter epitome of class and creates a Boomerang-type movie vision in my mind. The scene where Halle Berry tells Eddie Murphy that “love shoulda brought you home last night”! 

In a perfect world
You would never let me down
There'd would be nothing to figure out
In a perfect world
We could just erase the day
Never say the things we said
Two things you can't get back, our words and Time
Alright

Tell me how to find somebody
Who gon’ be on time, on time
It's too late for you and I
Thank God I left you right on time, on time
Time, time
Kissing you goodbye
And I did it right on time
On time

Again K. Michelle paints the perfect picture of a real relationship, and it reads amazingly. However, in true K. Michelle fashion, she explains the common reality for most women in the second verse and empowers them to withstand the fall. K. Michelle is the "Robitussin" solution we all need, man or woman. Respect is due to a person of K. Michelle's character, life, struggle, and most of all truthfulness. K. Michelle has not compromised, reduced, or hidden anything from the public. Her life is filled with scars from other people, herself, and her music. The difference in 2016 is K. Michelle has both hands on the wheel and is driving a noise/hater proof Bugatti at 200 miles per hour. In other words, she's in her own lane! Deal with it insecure people! I think it's the Jack Daniel's talking now because I'm back listening to “Nightstand” again, but it sounds different. I think K. Michelle wrote this after she broke up with Bobby. She drove straight to the studio at 100 miles per hour with visions of Bobby leaving her life in the rear view mirror. K. Michelle was born for these moments, and that's why she is the only person qualified to make these types of songs.  

I'm officially cutting myself off from drinking any more today, and my therapist is meeting me for dinner to discuss my life. Hah! What a life I live. K. Michelle, your voice, life, and vision are gifts from heaven. From the staff of TALKTOCHELYNN, Popular Magazine, RAIRADIO, Scrilla Guerillaz Magazine, and NEWHYPEBEAST Media Group, we’re honored to have you as the VOICE OF OUR LIFETIME.