Soliá/DAVED KIDNEYS

Soliá/DAVED KIDNEYSDaved kidneys I am a young man who from his birth lived a great opportunity of life that really had no hope. A disease that destroyed me and today I feel very good thanks to God for part of my life to share with you that if there are people with the same situation of a kidney disease and that nowadays they live connected in a dialysis machine They are my support because I also lived it and I know it is hard. So in this opportunity these videos that I do are very significant and I will continue to improve a lot that this is not easy and nothing is easy in this world. That's why the last three videos on the piano are phrases that he always said when going to a hospital because I'm tired of always seeing the same thing and taking daily medications that help me protect the transplanted kidney. For this opportunity I would very much like to show them to you and that my songs really reach each one of you in my heart and transmit who I am and why I do this

[ROYALTY-FREE] House x Club Type Beat -

Window Washer, by Noosh Like Sploosh

Window Washer (Part 1), Mumbai/Dubai-based singer Noush Like Sploosh – we’re not sure where that name came from, but we’re sure it’s a great story – one of the most interesting artists knocking around any shore. She seems most happy wrapping her wry, playful lyrics (she’s a storyteller as much as a musician) in jangly guitar melodies and perky rhythms.

BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here