James Bland

Justin Blake writes like a man who has lived in the fire and learned how to walk out carrying embers. A survivor of abuse and addiction, his words come from the marrow — sharp, unflinching, and carved with truth. His work ignores the borders of genre. Rock, hip‑hop, industrial, acoustic — the style shifts, but the mission is constant: strip a feeling to its core and hand it to the listener, still warm. Every song is built on imagery that bites and lingers, born from nights in the dark and mornings that demanded a choice to keep going. Blake’s lyrics don’t just tell stories — they pull you into them. They challenge the illusions we live under, confront the chains we don’t remember forging, and search for that single spark of hope that refuses to die. For him, music isn’t entertainment. It’s testimony.