My Life to Live is built on contrast.
The drums hit hard and stay consistent, anchoring the beat with weight and intent. The piano runs steady underneath — not flashy, not ornamental — just present, carrying the rhythm forward without letting it drift.
It’s a structure that leaves room for verses, but never loses control.
Visually, the video mirrors that same idea.
Instead of telling a single story, it pulls together fragments: Kobe Bryant, Allen Iverson, Michael Jordan, scenes from Kids, moments from The Big Lebowski, and other pieces that have stayed relevant long after first contact.
These aren’t random references.
They represent different kinds of intensity: obsession, freedom, discipline, chaos, humor, self-destruction, control. The same contradictions that show up in real life — and in creative work.
The beat doesn’t explain those images.
It gives them a backbone.
The title My Life to Live isn’t a slogan. It’s a statement of ownership. The music, the visuals, the references — they don’t ask for approval or coherence. They exist because they belong together in the same headspace.
This track isn’t part of a store or a rollout.
It lives exclusively on YouTube and here on the blog, embedded as a finished piece.
If it clicks, it clicks.
If it doesn’t, that’s fine too.
