Jaden Smith’s – SYRE : Album Review


“So, you think you can save rap music?”

A heavy question asked at the close of Breakfast (feat. A$AP Rocky) on Jaden Smith’s 2017 album, “SYRE”. He may be able to salvage hope from the naysayers of contemporary rap.  “SYRE” exudes a level of maturity that is difficult for artists to nail in the relatively “young” album.

The beats are fire. The delivery is fire. Jaden Smith’s second solo rap album consists of full sounds, hard hitting drums, and pure theatrics.

The first four tracks are titled:





Jaden’s sister, Willow Smith, opens the album with her dreamy voice to the simple ticking of a music box. It ends with a healthy dose of spoken word.

(Baby sister dropped some fire too. Listen here.)

My favorite track, however, is Ninety. A few tracks are longer than the standard radio three minute TRT. There are of course a few that will translate well to radio, including: “Icon”, “Watch Me”, and “Batman”. All three are front runners on his Vevo. 

Many artists before him have done drastic mid track tempo changes. Some tracks are reminiscent of Kendrick Lamar’s rap style: one half being slower paced, and the other faster. The production on Track 12, “Watch Me”, is almost identical to Kanye’s Black Skin Head, with “Batman” has a similar rap style in Drake and Future’s “Jumpman”. Ultimately the album will have the listener ascending to a higher consciousness; according to Complex Magazine, it feels like what Jaden was going for.

As should be suspected of a deep thinker, Jaden cites poetry at some point in almost every track. He subtlety grazes the subject of race and the standard boy meets girl narrative. He also seems to admire Teslas, as he mentions it frequently throughout the album.

(who is Syre anyway?)

In the last two minutes of most the tracks, the tempo and dialogue change, however, the tracks play together seamlessly where it’s difficult to know when one begins and ends.


SYRE is definitely meant to provoke thought and does not seem to have been made for the hype. Jaden set the bar high for himself. Super excited to see what art he puts out next.

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@k.moss_photography - RAW Series


There is no such thing as luck. Only God’s timing and proper use of free will

Free yourself

From the bonds of attachments to objects and desires…

That weigh heavy on our hearts as we struggle to find the meaning of existence. Struggle to find our purpose.

Have you been told you can’t? Don’t you feel them watching your every move… to document every time you trip over uneven pavement?

Free yourself. You goals are yours. Even when the most attractive doors close.

The no’s will only help you grow.

It will keep a powerful pull in the pit of your stomach to get up and go.

Remember that even when you fall, you are still whole.

That is not by chance.

There is no such thing as luck. Only God’s timing and proper use of free will

Will you free yourself from the bonds of external expectations?

Accept the challenge. Shed that weight that is the wall between you and your ability to be great.

“No” is the magic word.

for determination.

Use it as fuel, but don’t forget to do it for you.



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 Emotional Exhaustion : Hurricane Harvey

My brain and I-45 South was over capacity

To my family, to the people of south Texas, my thoughts are with you.

As I sit in the laundromat where slightly under privileged young adults in the Houston NRG area typically frequent, I realized there are more people here than usual. I come here almost weekly to see the same faces, but today I can’t help but wonder how many unfamiliar faces have totally lost their cars, homes, or loved ones to Hurricane Harvey.

Maybe their washers and dryers are just broken right now. Maybe their power is out. Maybe they just wanted to save water, I don’t know. I still can’t help but wonder…
I wonder if they had to scrape quarters from their damaged furniture or muddy vehicle consoles. I wonder if they came from the stadium down the street on foot with their laundry bag in tow. I wonder what they were doing while I sat comfortably in my grandmothers home with all my American luxuries (lights, water, a/c, food).

I wonder if they were able to watch as many hours of Disney movies and the news. I wonder if they heard about 136 tornado watch warnings obnoxiously blaring with sirens from their phones.

With every flash flood warning I trembled for those who couldn’t or didn’t want to flee the storm. Every 10 minutes I’d hear my grandmother call my name to “come and see”. I knew it would always be the same: images of Houstonians struggling to escape their half sunken vehicles, rescue boats, babies clinging to their parents, homes and vehicles totally submerged, and people on the verge of drowning.

From Friday night to Wednesday, I listened to family members tell my grandmother how all of their belongings were gone. I heard of my cousin being stuck on the freeway for days, trying to get home, only to return to soaked floors and misplaced furniture.


Image of I-610 Loop

Days ago, my neighborhood near Holly Hall, Cambridge, and 288 were rivers. It was so surreal to return to my home, with simple, minor water damage.
I didn’t care much about losing “stuff”, but I sit here, painfully privileged, thanking God for sparing my life through it all.

The tropical storm/Hurricane Harvey has washed away homes, cars, and responsibilities for 5 days straight. It has washed away my emotional capacity for my city. Today, my heart bleeds for Houston. I am mentally exhausted, but I pray those who have suffered find peace and relief. 

I can only imagine how “shook” many people along the coast are. This was an incredibly humbling experience for me. I hope that people will see the shear kindness of those in the city and the overwhelming amount of volunteers in relief efforts and be motivated to be better people.

Thank you to every one who traveled to our city from the north and even other states to help clean up the city.

To my family, to the people of south Texas, my thoughts are with you.



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Roses: Sonnet #3 – Nipped in the Bud


Photo cred: Kenneth Moss – @kmossphotography

Roses: Sonnet #3 – Nipped in the Bud

She used to be kind to you. Confide in you.

Cradled in your lies she would Run & hide in you.

Your empty words that filled her void with chilled poison

She used to say please and tiptoe on your thin ice. No more.

Once before she forgot to tread lightly

Fell through the frigid facade you so skillfully armed yourself with.

She hurt your feelings, “Your tears no longer phase me…”

She quietly attempted regurgitated the phrase she heard so often.

She was frozen. But No more.

In her fight to be accepted, needed by you,

She was blinded in a blizzard of “you’ll never be anyone”s and “you are miserable”s

And…even when she was frost bitten to the bone she allowed it…out of “respect”. But No more.

Even though she was about two seconds close to bleeding her last drop of warmth, she allowed it. No more.

For a while she believed in the saying “Blood is thicker than water.”

When she realized…she’d rather drown than bleed out from your ice pick in her back.


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Roses: Sonnet #2 -From the Concrete

Photo Credit 📷Kenneth Moss – kmossphotography


From the Concrete

City life and a semi country girl

Mimes her way through society

In this rugged man’s world

She attempts to avoid propriety

Unfortunately, some trait is always missing

Security. It’s not a cure she sees

As a way out of economic calamity

Save me!!! 

Screams following the whispers of her dreams.

Her team. Dismantled.

She must choose. Which necessity can she stand to lose?

Dignity. Pride. Heart. Drive. Safety.

She gains more responsibility, as if the world of weight on her shoulders wasn’t enough.

Debt. And by that I mean student loans

By an entity with a plan to loan her life lessons.

While she still pays for empty promise sessions with “the man”.


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Last minute Valentine’s Day: on a budget.

There you are. Sitting in the car, dreading getting out and going to your house.

Your significant other may be in there, or maybe not.

You forgot. It is February 14th.

Don’t worry about that, I got you. Play it off and put one of these last minute ideas together. It can even be just as last minute as this post:

#1 Relaxation Station

Listen. You’ve got a bath tub right? Get in there and run some water, pour in a ton of body wash for suds, and light some candles. Play your girl/guy their favorite songs. Bam. Valentine’s Day is conquered.

Extra: If you just so happen to have wine in the fridge, whip it out and pour some in your finest glass…even if it came from the dollar store.

#2 Game time

Should you be the type that has cards or board games laying around, this is perfect. Ask your bae to give you a second to “fix it up”. Write reasons you adore them, randomly on the face of cards.

Extra: Every time they smile, they take a shot…or they strip.

#3 Chef Bae

Choose a simple meal from Pinterest. Be sure you’ve got at least 80% of the ingredients, then improvise the rest. Offer to cook whatever your significant other wants, within reason. (click here for recipes). 

Extra: For every ingredient you’re missing, take a shot. Why not?

#4 Chef Bae Pt. 2 – Indoor picnic

During this time of year, night falls pretty early so last minute outdoor activity may be out of the question. Use the food you cooked as Chef Bae, but take it a step further: lay out your softest throw blanket/quilt on the floor, and set it up as if you would set a table. Add sturdy candles and try not to burn the house down.

#5 Minimalist – “We have no groceries or alcohol. I’m screwed.”

Cheapest option, write a love letter to your honey. Sit them down somewhere comfortable. Blindfold them.

Calm down. You don’t have to go all 50 Shades of bootleg.

Light a candle or play music lightly. Read the letter in your best, sensual voice. Do whatever arouses their senses. Whatever happens after that is all on you.

#6 Copy and Paste

Follow this link: I literally do not have the slightest idea what to write and I didn’t like any of the above ideas.  Refer to #5 Minimalist. Use this poem. You’re welcome.

Single? No worries. Copy and paste the linked poem into some DMs. Someone will bite.

#7 Receipts

If you have the funds, lie. Yes you waited until the last minute, but you already spoke to a photographer about photo shoot for the two of you. You are simply waiting on the photographer to verify availability.Your partner may or may not buy it, and you will have to commit afterwards.

Extra: Should you decide to roll with this option I’d suggest contacting Kenneth Moss via email kmoss.photography23@gmail.com. You can also stop by his instagram: k.moss_photography


If you hate Valentine’s Day, that’s okay too. Turn your attention to your parents. Pay them a visit. If you’re single…don’t be discouraged. Take some of these ideas and treat yourself. After all, this day is about you.

Now get in there and pretend to have something planned!


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Rose: Sonnet #1

In the Garden

In the garden, hands pat fresh soil around a seed.

Just a little water, feed, and overtime…

A bud sprouts, surrounded by family of weeds.

Pluck the weeds. Just a little water, feed and overtime…

Time passes and a rose struggles to blossom.

It’s a little dull. Just a little more water, feed, and…

A browned petal falls from the, now, tall stem.

Just a little more water, feed, and…

Love. For him. For her.

The remaining petals regain their radiance. The beauty is undeniable.

Just a little more…

Hands pat fresh soil. She is viable now. The gardener turns to walk away.

Perfect. No need to stay.

In the garden, she speaks.

My love. I am ready.

My love. Take me with you.


Happy Valentines Day!

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