Bringing the funk to Brooklyn

Yo! C'mon Son! You buggin'! (in my grimy Brownsville accent)
I just had to say that NYC will always have a special place in my heart and I will always heart NYC. Performing at Nicholas Brooklyn off of Fulton was such a blessed experience! I know the crowd was kinda light but I show'd my ass any way! You never know whose soul could be impacted by your voice or your words so I feel like as an artist I would perform for 20 as if they were 20,000. I suggest to any poets who are looking for a place in NYC to spit do not overlook their open mic spot which is usually swole. The theory is that not a lot of poets came out to "Being Artselves" because the mic was not open and sadly most poets only wanna hear themselves. Its all good and its all bad at the same time... I dont know if I would have hopped on the train in all that heat to see some artist I barely know either. But I will say that those who were not there missed the best they never heard!
Oh yeah and Ngoma Hill was ill also. that sound healing really put my son in a cool peaceful state. He enjoyed the energy of his performance.
Aiight yo! here is a snippet of my performance http://youtu.be/JYPUkJ4VHhQ
Photo of Marcy Alexis and myself courtesy of Nicholas Brooklyn Variet Store....
Holla atcha gurl!

just some bullshit i jotted down...

I'm only deep when I sleep. Please understand these words illustrate the practical and factual. Don't over analyse my words don't listen for more than what you heard. Nope. I am not some well verse philosopher with all the answers, cuz if I had all the answers I would've cured my Grandmas' cancer. Both of them, one in the lungs and the other in the breast see I inherited a heart of steel from women with pain in their chests so I speak from my heart ... and any slam judge will make it known that I am good at what I do but I am certainly not the best. Slam judges don't matter when I sit down and write my poems dreams songs and prayers. I get a chance 2 define my legacy and ease many of my worries and cares... by writing... a fuckin poem. And if you look at this for more than what it is I feel for you and if you need 2 believe in me 4 these 3 minutes then I will lyrically heal for you. Pump some breast milk put it in a glass and take a sip... cuz that's the only real medicine I have.... I walk just like you do through the ups and downs of life's paths... I heal myself with chocolate, meditation, sex and a good laugh. So when you hear my poetry don't over analyze the math. One plus one still equals 2... the opposite of a lie is still true... the sky in the morning is still blue... but these is just some words thrown together in accord with my simple world view.
And if you wondering why I been doing the same damn poem for the last ten years maybe cuz sharing new stuff is one of my biggest fears... maybe cuz people keep requesting it and maybe for the last decade some of you have been digesting it... hoping you'll shit pearls of wisdom. Well wish in one hand, shit in the other, and see which one fills up first. I wonder how many times James Brown sung 'i feel good' even on days when he wasn't feelin it. Simple lyrics made someone smile cuz there is so much appeal in it... so much real in it. So when I perform liberty city for the umteenth time I think I'm James Brown... in my head I spin and dip down... in a split... then bounce back up real slick n shit... and hope u take it 4 what it is... and even what it ain't... cuz it ain't gonna make ur soul implode... Don't record me go home and play it in reverse for a secret code... my work is simply an ode an ode an ode 2 my existence.

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