Within the labyrinthine trenches of our minds, reside persistent echoes. These wisps of past Moyann experiences, though often blurred, possess an uncanny ability to reverberate. Spectral moments from childhood can resurface with startling intensity, triggering a cascade of emotions both joyous. Entangling through our present consciousness,

Dancehall a riddim wid one man on di throne, an dat a be none other dan Vybz Kartel . Him music a rock through di streets, every corner, every party . Di ting bout Kartel, him nah just a sing; him declarin' di truth bout life inna dancehall. Him lyrics so real, dem touch yuh soul an mek yuh feel somethin' . Yu know yuh deh pon di right track when