I wish I had something as cathartic as being able to construct a song to vent my frustration at some of the cards I’ve been dealt. All I’ve got is wine-fuelled angry rants on Facebook. On “Dear Life”, his first release in about a year, Chicago’s YP aka Backwood Jones goes in on his life’s hand like a sub machine gun, blam, blam blamming it out until the cartridge is spent. Many would crumble under the weight of it all and perhaps, at points, YP almost did. The lesson though is that regardless of what life gives you, or takes away, it cannot ever strip you of your talent. Keep pushing YP, your contribution is needed.