I can’t decide which is the coolest accomplishment…being the man candy in a dope video by a grammy nominated Natalie @the_floacist fr Floetry, putting a cool $tack in a dope poet’s pocket w no fee at #nfha1k, droppong the album of the year (Have you heard Secret Service Reloaded w @sahlence ? You need that in ya life!) rocking a show in Alaska & meeting the super cool QT @theebonywilliams and playing guitar live on the the radio w @dmegga or making it to Man Crush Mondays. (Thank you @tatorttator) decisions decisions.
A fellow King passed. On June 1st this year and it shook my whole world. Everyone aint a king…this brother was a King. Anyway, t reminded me that Kings are supposed to be great in this time that we are alive. I am supposed to be great and do great thibgs. I have done some great things in my career but since June 1st, I approach everything differently.
I had the pleasure of going I to New Orleans last week to support a youth program called M.I.C. A.M.P.E.D. - Milne Inspiration Center Adolescents Making Positive Educated Decisions. Greatness births legacy and legacy is connected to the future as much as it is the present and the past. This program nurtures the youth of New Orleans in a way that you would have to see to understand but take my word…these kids are loved.
They are also invested in…daily…and $ignificantly and that says a lot. It takes Great investment to produce a great return. The director of the program understands that.
This pic is a collage of a few things. A Mic amped cake (its in the shape of a mic) and one pic is the program director Lekedra Robertson and celebrity guest speaker Lamman Rucker holding the cake. Its me and one of the young boys Orlando…he remind me of the curiosity synonymous with being a KID! And pics of the whole crew at the program looming great!
Id like all of you to share this post and help bring some visibility and support to a great program that is committed to producing great young black men and women. See more at www.themicamped. org and order a T-shirt or donate $5, $10, $20 or $100 to sow into GREATNESS….thankyOOH!
We are doing this because we believe that good rats…not just hood rats live in the projects and because you like it more than smuckers peanut butter n jelly striped sandwiches on white bread…. Exactly!
For a season it just got heavy
on every leaf
Nuthin else to do but fall on some
Its just better to leave
and I don’t mean on some leave the hood shit
I mean some leave for good shit
You’d be surprised? If I told you it was 2 or 5 times I committed suicide I jumped
BUT I got too much pride n I refused to die
I’m floating thru the sky like sheeeet ain’t nuthin left to do but fly.
Open my wings and look thru my eyes n glide
But that’s what you do sometimes in a moment of weakness til you find the stronger you inside
Its do or die
That was 2011
every day was 911
Had a lil brown angel on my shoulder
when i told her how i was just a deep of shade of blue inside
she said all she wanted to do was cry then she stopped and asked me
to ask me
who am I?
I Keep On Moving guy
You ever look back at what you survived like ow that hurt!
but what I find astounding is
After i climb that mountain I write about it
I touch you and you feel me
How that work?
Im bout that work!
Moments dont last cause they not supposed to
every minute is close to the end in just a moment
So listen to me lil missy
Before you kiss me Im a gypsy I won’t be around long
She think its cute but its the truth
Turn around and Im gone
Then I turn around and put your name in a song
Turned our pain to a poem
So our love can live on
Thats who I am and what I do
If you still need an introduction then use my name as an instruction
Listen fam im a simple man
w hip hop for a heartbeat n im from the block where its shark week
and when the bark meets bite dark meets white wrong meets….its gone be a long night
Aint no adjustin this cold heat
It’s a lot of Mrs Martins w no justice n no sleep
and its blood in the concrete
No affiliations but
real recognize real n dont need no syndication so
niggas love it when KoM speak word sound power
Used to spit verbs n nouns out on the curb rounds for hours for free
just for Love n Hip Hop with everybody watching me
now I wont spit a word or noun without an absurd amount of a fee cause like Love n Hip Hop
Everybody’s watching me
If I win, they win I’m everybody’s lottery pick
so I gotta be the shit or we all
get shitted on that’s the kinda shit I’m on
God bless my life
Trying to guess this right
Make a left at the light
No body said nothin so
I guess its right
I’ll look while you listening
Since you look like you listening
I ain’t after the girls im after the world
Then after the world I ain’t gotta ask for the girls
Hip hop got grandchildren
and they spoiled
They gettin all the toys and the women but they not spitting like they hear a clock ticking
I was at the bottom of the bottom like I don’t know whatsup
But it got me feelin like I got no where to go but up
Touch em n make em open up like elevator doors
How dat work?
Im bout that work
We went from talking to texting
Body language to binary code
English to an abrupt change of subject w no period and no heartbeat
No inflections to clarify no intonations to interpret
No words to touch the way talking can
Cus typing will never have enuff wpms to fly off the screen and land
On your skin like rain
or that drop of saliva that is a postman that day
sent to deliver a message you can touch or that touches you
No clue what happened to our words the sweet of them
The speed of them
or the need for them
"How am i supposed to Cry
out loud now?”
Why would they?
there is a cloud for that now with an emoticon inside who will cry for you and you know whats about to come out for that now?
Wait it just did, im bout to load down a brand new emotion that has a sound for that now
Ding! Just like the real thing
Minus the application of an eardrum getting played a sad song
Sobby w no tune coming from the next room and then under a cover someone in discomfort or needing to be heard…heart bleeding words!
Words that break skin that break into thoughts
and change the channel
And move you like…
How she said it
You felt it from head to feet
Make you forget what it was you said you needed
Moved you like going from red to green
Like going from dead to being
Predictive text like a prophet that talks for you.
Tells you what you should say but doesnt know what you mean
Eyes cant hear heartbeats thru clothes
How do you say “I love you” thru codes?
To a being…to being
silence can blind but a word change the world and a mind.
did you hear that? the sound of a lover….doing more with her fingers than texting her wcw
bitches be like talking with their hands accents of math trying to multiply to a feeling that sounds like …………..
Come here let me tell you in your ear…sign language
Funny how between brass and wood
Thru fiction and the understood
U can travel
syncopated dreams in the key of a heartbeat
time signature is right now
let the clefs tell the story
add 1 more take one less
let the circumstances sort out the rest
but at any given time you can have em all in line
on 1 cord
aint even strange how we all on board
heading In every direction
I’m goin back north where we talk fast n funny
and got a whole lot o fast funny money
"mister slow down i dont know what you talkin bout"
bout it sound good like brass and wood
and in her south
she is a pretty 11 again
mama got her hair shining like eyes
now mama is in the kitchen
burning somthing incredible out of very little
she peaking thru the door
listenin for the boom bap…boom cap
spoon to pot
sounds good like…brass and wood
we west coast traveling in east coast fashion
across these mean seas on 1 accord
where do running clouds go when the wind blows?
hope its some kind of home
thats where i would wanna be in a storm
somewhere where it sounds like some kind of home
home grown memory with a slow melody
a sure remedy for every shade of blue
he plays for you and you and you and you
didn’t ask him to but it feels true
maybe he doesn’t know
maybe he doesn’t have to know
who knows when the moon sleeps
or when the sun changes clothes
but what i do know
that there is some good air moving thru that saxophone
between brass and wood
Its never been just “music”
this heavy moodswing
Its a blue thing
friday night black suit smokey room thing
take me there
let me play you a storm
you tap finger and shoe
all on 1 accord
Her smile makes me want to protect her.
My man wants to feel her womb
I see her thru two i’s
I see her first
Then I see her worth she
Shine like the moon in blackface
She sleeps like angels at sunrise wait…No at
Midnight…no like…her sleep like angels new born
She can see her future she leads her past
her dreams are the colors of Utopian bubble bath
Hold her close while we breathe
So deep we exchange heart beats
Her gift is her presence
Met you tomorrow n loved her ever since
Her smile is a wet September.
In her eyes is a naked sunrise she blinks in tune with the moon
I sing her news, feel her muse
Sip her smooth n slow
She can stand still and flow
…and fill a room with Mute decadence n Heavens scent.
Phuck who I owe and how much!
Not that I dont want to pay it but if I dont so what?
Im alive ooH is dead but im alive and im healthy
go to a prison or a hospital and my broke ass is everyone’s envy
I remember miracles from two weeks to twenty years ago.
I been hot like the star of the show…and I came from below zero
Like freezing cold nothing
So in this moment fuck the rent on Tuesday….if it comes it comes.
Its a beautiful day
and im in love with my mother and my daughter and my mophucking self.
thats whats important phuck everything else.
I feel the Love from my friends and love for my dreams
I Love this moment…inhale breathe
Thats air in my lungs and another chance to fix my mistakes. I choose to be positive cause that other shit is too much weight
You get one shot at life and I live like a Prince. I do what I want.
I give a phuck what who thinks
If you dont understand that then im not talking to you.
If you DO understand that then lets build and make both our dreams come true
FUCK stressing. Fuck stress phuck my phone being at 13%
Im bout to go catch the bus to Norfolk Va for a show but I stopped n sat down to write this shit.
cus my phone might die but my spirit wont. bitch im too fly to ever be broke. Im too Brooklyn to to ever be broken.
I say this shit and yall think I be joking but I see things differently I was born a dreamer. I dream vividly like the world is my theater and im the star of this show! Show love to everyone I touch. Yea I Got bills and mistatakes and all that good stuff. But and I cant stress over this bull shit…I love life too much!
In this moment which is all I have im thankful that my mother calls me son and my daughter calls me dad. Fuck everything else…ill fix it later now I gotta go catch this bus that im prob gonna be late for.
I love u like now. Like now is all we have. Like the next could be our last breath like this left could be our last step. walk with me, cus it feels like tomorrow is around the corner and we have had threesomes w time and made her pause for 1 whole revolution. her father noticed and he took her away from us so we steal her in sweet increments. Whatever we can get away with. We sprinkle her with kisses that mean what we can’t say. with wishes that feel like warm arms with thoughts that have heartbeats inside them. Like now is all we have…all we ever had. we sip slow and laugh hard and make love scream our names in god tongue, c sharp, b major. Like now is all we have. We love right, now.