I am the quintessential "spook who sat by the door".
I am Philly born and B'more flavored
Savioured when I say words
So, say Word
Educated through Orisha teachings
Fighting through the belly of the beast it's he
Stepping Rap's pestilent predicates
Offering these words, Heaven Sent
So let it be said that I be the settlement in the Earth's
sediment
So no matter where I'm restin', I'm always in my element
That's why I push this 400 year proof booth vermuth
Through the skewed views of my rude youth
This be lewd usage of the truth
This is Billie Holiday's blues Chopped and Screwed
For hardened youth scarred and bruised
Living in the midst of the streets testing you
This is proof of peace beyond sex and brew
Beyond Red and Blue
It's time to resurrect the child dead in you...
That is pretty much me BP...I am a writer/spoken word artist,
activist and mentor, vocalist
Born and raised in Philly and now a Baltimore resident. So, if you
about business and art and about the KIDS, then holla at me.
Otherwise, Bless UP and keep it movin'.
Oh and if you like the wordplay, check me out at
myspace.com/simbaspeak...much more of the poetry is there.
