That feeling… That feeling when you got permission to go outside… That feeling of meeting love for the first time… Or maybe you stayed up on the phone all night…That feeling of watching a beautiful sunset. Or maybe you got some well needed rest… Being told your beautiful for the first time… Or maybe the feeling when you hear your favorite rhyme… The effects of your smile… Or maybe the taste of your favorite glass of wine… Thats wealth.
how, you can do it any how. I like to go back to the days that playing outside was a hot commodity.. We were satisfied with running around the neighborhood like we were crazy and boy was that glass of water priceless. The days of no rent, no mortgage, no idea of classes, no color, crying to get what you want, and begging parents until they gave in… Our lives revolved around that feeling… We got high off of feelings y’all.. No one worried about buying designer clothing or the latest ride to impress no one.. You know… Take it back to the days we didn’t have to wear deodorant and hated taking baths… Haircuts once a month lol, climbing trees and falling asleep dreaming. The days when Freddie Kruger was actually scary lol..
So I went back. I live those days just in a different sense. Waking up dancing and constantly spewing gratitude to the universe like I know him or her. I put my middle finger up to a steady job, fake friends, and people who want to play small.. I’m just jamming… Creating life like a creator but they say that’s blasphemy lol.. Taking my smiles on the road like there is a suitcase big enough to carry them.. Spreading energy all over the land like a salt truck… I’m just jamming.. Offending miserable people cause I’m just jamming… They told me the music is too loud but it’s getting turned up.. We jamming… The stench of success like your neighborhood skunk lol… You can’t stop this dance, ’cause the music plays naturally from within.. All real no substitute ’cause we pre- Monsanto.. OK I had enough.. I’m jamming.. (excerpt “Jun E Musing”)
They asked me what inspires me… Splashes of light.. Maybe it was that one Mexican night.. Maybe it was being within a inch of my life thrice. Maybe it was 
the one pair of pants… hmmm.. Lets see what picture I can paint.. Picture flying toasters going across the room, only to land in my mother’s face… A boy sitting in the back of a police car afraid to look up.. Hurricanes and neighbors telling you your moms died.. Skipping up alleys and singing cause i don’t think they will shoot a young boy. Or maybe it’s his deep breath running through the alley as the police chased Lesroy… hmmm.. Walking to the store and watching dead men get dragged up the street… Take your pic/pick… Fueled by all who are not suppose to be here… Fueled by being a brown wealthy boy who don’t entertain like the rest… Fueled by those who judge and name call cause they don’t like my fragrance of success. Maybe they don’t understand… You have no idea what it took for me to get this cologne… I’m happy I don’t have to say in each line how much I believe in God…. I just create like God… Live as free as a God… No need to use buzzwords intertwined with empty thoughts… I give like a God. Talk like a God and if that mother fucker ever walked…. This is just a glimpse… Paradise
(Excerpt from “Jun E Musing”)
Jay Caniel
My heart hurts knowing 19 million kids died today from preventable diseases… But it beats with hope to the melody of Hope… As the little minds sit back
and judge, my big mind keeps formulating and executing a plan for them… My lungs offer to give their last breath to them. My heart wants to give its last beat to them. My mind want to give its last thought to them… My pen just want to give its last line to them… Hope Hope Hope… Haunted every day by your dying eyes… Motivated by your smiles… Restored by your sighs and sign of life… Inspired by your fight… I love you… All the shots from the world made my shoulders strong enough carry you…
Special thanks to all the Artist for participating in FAME LIVE 2014. Thank you to all who supported the event with your energy, love, and resources… We love you and appreciate all that you do to keep Art alive.
So today I had a thought… They gave me a box to live in, and I am thankful for all people who shitted in my box… lol. You forced me to create a Jun E World… From my sister who told me I 
would never graduate high school, to her husband who always called me a day dreamer… Then, there are the “adults” who play the success game… You know the ones who act like they have a lot going on but really hiding behind things like jobs, marital status, houses, cars, titles, and oh yea they serve on boards lol… To the pastor who turned his back cause I didn’t want to scam people and have them pay for salvation… I thank you all! To the “affluent” woman who referred to me as a crow, I thank you too…
To the dreamers: Take all the bricks they throw at you and build your world. Build it so big that they can’t deny you! Build! Because your intentions will uplift many. Build because you have purpose and legacy. Build so much that you have a stench about you! Then go back and extend your hand to the ones who shitted in “your” box. Then you will see that it was never really your box, ’cause you cannot be contained! That box was theirs all along. Today is a great day… Jun E!
