Excerpt from book “Not so def poet” “*phone rings* Sunday December 7, 2003 9:14am My groggy 12 year old voice answers the phone “Hello” The voice on the other line is my Uncle Willow sounding frantic Okay “Baby where ya mama at where ya mama at” “I don’t know I’m at grandmas…” Uncle Willow hangs up abruptly. Willow wasn’t my biological uncle but like most black folks a village raises a family so we adopted all the cousins, aunties, uncles and grandmas of the ghetto. Minutes later my mother enters the door, she and my aunt Pam looked as though they had been up all night. In my gut this didn’t feel good. My mother has on black stretch pants, a suede red over sized button up blouse and nude leather wedge slides. Her blonde TBoz cut was none the less bed side hair but her soft tresses fell so beautifully. As for Pam, denim Jeans brown turtle neck with matching beebop cap brown shoe boots to match. They wake the house up and everyone comes to the den where I had been sleeping. Growing up I loved sleeping on the couch. I sit up my papa sits on my right side hand on my back and my mother on the left. I could see the puffiness of her eyes through her Fred Frames. My grandma and aunt stood before me arms folded face in despair and disbelief. I looked over to my mother and said “what happen to my daddy” I knew it only had to be him. My mother responded with a quiver to her lips “he gone”. She drops her head and I look at her in confidence “don’t tell me that”. From that point forward my life changed forever.” Today marks 20 years. 20 years ago my dreams were deferred. 20 years later I wrote, direct, produced, and started in a film in your honor. 20 years later I EP an album in your honor, 20 years laters I’m completely a book of writings in your honor. Daddy, your murder wasn’t in vain. And to the killers you killed a monster and woke up a beast! RIP MOOK MONSTA!! Justice The Soundtrack OUT NOW on CURRENTLY on title, LINK IN BIO‼️
Excerpt from book “Not so def poet” “*phone rings* Sunday December 7, 2003 9:14am My groggy 12 year old voice answers the phone “Hello” The voice on the other line is my Uncle Willow sounding frantic Okay “Baby where ya mama at where ya mama at” “I don’t know I’m at grandmas…” Uncle Willow hangs up abruptly. Willow wasn’t my biological uncle but like most black folks a village raises a family so we adopted all the cousins, aunties, uncles and grandmas of the ghetto. Minutes later my mother enters the door, she and my aunt Pam looked as though they had been up all night. In my gut this didn’t feel good. My mother has on black stretch pants, a suede red over sized button up blouse and nude leather wedge slides. Her blonde TBoz cut was none the less bed side hair but her soft tresses fell so beautifully. As for Pam, denim Jeans brown turtle neck with matching beebop cap brown shoe boots to match. They wake the house up and everyone comes to the den where I had been sleeping. Growing up I loved sleeping on the couch. I sit up my papa sits on my right side hand on my back and my mother on the left. I could see the puffiness of her eyes through her Fred Frames. My grandma and aunt stood before me arms folded face in despair and disbelief. I looked over to my mother and said “what happen to my daddy” I knew it only had to be him. My mother responded with a quiver to her lips “he gone”. She drops her head and I look at her in confidence “don’t tell me that”. From that point forward my life changed forever.” Today marks 20 years. 20 years ago my dreams were deferred. 20 years later I wrote, direct, produced, and started in a film in your honor. 20 years later I EP an album in your honor, 20 years laters I’m completely a book of writings in your honor. Daddy, your murder wasn’t in vain. And to the killers you killed a monster and woke up a beast! RIP MOOK MONSTA!! Justice The Soundtrack OUT NOW on CURRENTLY on title, LINK IN BIO‼️
Excerpt from book “Not so def poet” “*phone rings* Sunday December 7, 2003 9:14am My groggy 12 year old voice answers the phone “Hello” The voice on the other line is my Uncle Willow sounding frantic Okay “Baby where ya mama at where ya mama at” “I don’t know I’m at grandmas…” Uncle Willow hangs up abruptly. Willow wasn’t my biological uncle but like most black folks a village raises a family so we adopted all the cousins, aunties, uncles and grandmas of the ghetto. Minutes later my mother enters the door, she and my aunt Pam looked as though they had been up all night. In my gut this didn’t feel good. My mother has on black stretch pants, a suede red over sized button up blouse and nude leather wedge slides. Her blonde TBoz cut was none the less bed side hair but her soft tresses fell so beautifully. As for Pam, denim Jeans brown turtle neck with matching beebop cap brown shoe boots to match. They wake the house up and everyone comes to the den where I had been sleeping. Growing up I loved sleeping on the couch. I sit up my papa sits on my right side hand on my back and my mother on the left. I could see the puffiness of her eyes through her Fred Frames. My grandma and aunt stood before me arms folded face in despair and disbelief. I looked over to my mother and said “what happen to my daddy” I knew it only had to be him. My mother responded with a quiver to her lips “he gone”. She drops her head and I look at her in confidence “don’t tell me that”. From that point forward my life changed forever.” Today marks 20 years. 20 years ago my dreams were deferred. 20 years later I wrote, direct, produced, and started in a film in your honor. 20 years later I EP an album in your honor, 20 years laters I’m completely a book of writings in your honor. Daddy, your murder wasn’t in vain. And to the killers you killed a monster and woke up a beast! RIP MOOK MONSTA!! Justice The Soundtrack OUT NOW on CURRENTLY on title, LINK IN BIO‼️
Excerpt from book “Not so def poet” “*phone rings* Sunday December 7, 2003 9:14am My groggy 12 year old voice answers the phone “Hello” The voice on the other line is my Uncle Willow sounding frantic Okay “Baby where ya mama at where ya mama at” “I don’t know I’m at grandmas…” Uncle Willow hangs up abruptly. Willow wasn’t my biological uncle but like most black folks a village raises a family so we adopted all the cousins, aunties, uncles and grandmas of the ghetto. Minutes later my mother enters the door, she and my aunt Pam looked as though they had been up all night. In my gut this didn’t feel good. My mother has on black stretch pants, a suede red over sized button up blouse and nude leather wedge slides. Her blonde TBoz cut was none the less bed side hair but her soft tresses fell so beautifully. As for Pam, denim Jeans brown turtle neck with matching beebop cap brown shoe boots to match. They wake the house up and everyone comes to the den where I had been sleeping. Growing up I loved sleeping on the couch. I sit up my papa sits on my right side hand on my back and my mother on the left. I could see the puffiness of her eyes through her Fred Frames. My grandma and aunt stood before me arms folded face in despair and disbelief. I looked over to my mother and said “what happen to my daddy” I knew it only had to be him. My mother responded with a quiver to her lips “he gone”. She drops her head and I look at her in confidence “don’t tell me that”. From that point forward my life changed forever.” Today marks 20 years. 20 years ago my dreams were deferred. 20 years later I wrote, direct, produced, and started in a film in your honor. 20 years later I EP an album in your honor, 20 years laters I’m completely a book of writings in your honor. Daddy, your murder wasn’t in vain. And to the killers you killed a monster and woke up a beast! RIP MOOK MONSTA!! Justice The Soundtrack OUT NOW on CURRENTLY on title, LINK IN BIO‼️
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Everything is taken so personal. Ppl assume so much and know nothing! I show up (and show out) but sometimes I’m depleted of energy. Sometimes I just don’t wanna go. I’m over stimulated with human interaction on a day to day basis. My job is interaction. It looks fun and at times it is but a lot of those energies leave with me and it’s heavy. Sometimes I’m exhausted. A lot of times my mind is a hamster wheel of thoughts and I might forget. Doesn’t mean it’s not important just means life be lifing! Shit aint always personal. Grow up, folks!
The “pick me syndrome”, The “I’m better than her”, The “compete and compare”, The “imma out f€k her and out buy her”, The “I gotta tell all my accolades hoping you’ll pick me for my status” The “imma settle for the bare minimum to have a piece of you”…. Let’s talk about it! December 16th The Garden Theater This Night will be 🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️ He Said She Said Battle of Sexes, •Podcast on Stage filming for @tubi THIS WILL BE A SOLD OUT EVENT Act FAST 💨 so run grab your tickets 🎫 *link in my bio* Meet the ladies: ❤️ @borderlineboss ❤️ @elle.breaunna ❤️ @ayeredd ❤️ @ashley_danielle_b ❤️ @ericapinkett Meet the fellas 😎 @dawgfacecalderon 😎@lemastorspratling 😎@bishop__don 😎@hydro313 😎@black_noah7 Hosted By 🎤@fancytheactress Sounds By @ro_spit AND THIS IS A @dr2productions @dennisreedii Shout to @iamsoniarenee Don’t miss this
An artist in rare and pure form. I respected his craft on another level after watching his Tiny Desk! And he’s been in my Top5. Salute to the OG! Definitely a must watch! Who do yall wanna see on Tiny Desk?
