Love songs find Kelly feeling “blessed” by his wife (“Forever More”), committed to keeping a wedding vow (“I’ll Never Leave”) and in awe of love’s power (“You Made Me Love You”).
Car-related sexual metaphors fill “Ignition” (“Let me stick my key in your ignition,” “You’ll be screamin’ every time we shiftin’ gears,” etc.). The remix version includes drunkenness. Steamy propositions and erotic play-by-play continue on “Showdown,” “Imagine That” and “Snake.” A half-dozen less explicit songs speak of “makin’ love.” Kelly fancies himself a partying pimp (“Apologies of a Thug”). “Far More” casts an eye on “women, drinks … and strippers.” The spiritual “Heaven, I Need a Hug” is marred when the artist questions God’s ability to hear us, and His promise never to leave us (see Is. 59:1 and Deut. 31:6). Arrogantly, Kelly refers to himself as “The World’s Greatest.”
The world’s greatest what? Felon? R. Kelly faces 21 charges related to producing child pornography and appearing on-camera having sex with a minor. Not that his fans care. They bought 532,000 copies in a week. Chocolate Factory is a bitter double-disc full of raging hormones that does nothing to sweeten his tabloid-ready image.
