This song registers positives on almost all sections of its report card. Peter Miles, the Entebbe boy, has made a success of collaborating with Jamaican dancehall acts before, as was seen on the Ooh Aah song with General Levy and Nice And Polite with Elephant Man. Blessings is thus not a first. But you still can’t help but appreciate the seamlessness with which he and Demarco gel and complement each other, as if they are both from the same Jamaican school of hard knock.
The song is a reflective piece of thanksgiving, taking off the time to look back where they’ve come from, as ghetto youth (pronounced ghetto yut) to where they are now, driving Lexuses and for Miles, even Mercedes Benzes. Jah (God) has poured his blessings on them, they sing, and now, they have put their troubles behind them. They send a message to ghetto yut, that they have got to work hard too.
This is very touching, even exemplary, coming from a mainstream artiste. When was the last time you had a musician who ‘has made it,’ thanking the Almighty for having got them where they are? They are more likely to gloat in their success as if it is by default they were meant to make it, telling you how many women are dying to have a piece of them. That is whack! The humility in Blessings, endears Peter Miles, and his mate, even more to you.