Urban contemporary is a music radio format. The term was coined by New York DJ Frankie Crocker in the mid-1970s. Urban contemporary radio stations feature a playlist made up entirely of hip hop, R&B, grime, electronic music such as dubstep, UK garage and drum and bass (often with hip hop vocalists or rappers), and Caribbean music such as reggae, dancehall, reggaeton, zoui, bouyon, and soca (In Toronto, London, New York City, Boston and Miami). Urban contemporary was developed through the characteristics of genres such as R&B and soul. Virtually all urban contemporary formatted radio stations are located in cities that have sizeable African-American populations, such as New York City, Atlanta, Chicago, Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, Detroit, Cleveland, Cincinnati, Dallas, Houston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Baltimore, Memphis, Boston, New Orleans, Louisville, Indianapolis, Columbus, Oklahoma City, and Charlotte.
The term "urban contemporary" is heavily associated with African-American music, particularly for R&B in African-American contexts. For Latin Americans, the music is more Latin urban, such as reggaeton, Latin hip hop and bachatón. Their playlists are dominated by singles by top-selling hip hop and R&B performers. On occasion, an urban contemporary station will play classic soul songs from the 1970s and early 1980s to satisfy the earlier end of the genre.
Lies always seem to be the things that are accepted
They are the ones that never seem to get caught
But none of us should ever have to lie to make friends
But we'd rather lie than to sleep with the dogs
Love is what I'll fight it all with,
Love... I won't save it for another day,
Love... is what I'm gonna kick it in with...
Love... I don't want the arch to lose that way.
I had it all once, and I threw it all away.
Peace is the thing that everybody here is preaching
It's on the left side because it's everybody's love
But I've seen you spit on someone in the same breath as peace
When someone disagrees you always give it up
Love... Is what I fight it all with.
Love.... I won't save it for another day.
Love... is what I'm gonna kick it in with.
Love... I don't want the arch to lose that way.
It always seems just like a misplaced childhood, I think it does.
But I didn't misplace nothing.