Street’s Disciple

When I was 15 I discovered the music of the rapper Nas and my life changed. I use to be a rapper myself... but that was a long time ago. Like, in high school. I wasn't a rapper for very long though, I mean relatively speaking, if we are looking at my life over the larger scope of time,... Continue Reading →

Like a Punch to the Face…

It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but when I was younger, I used to get picked on. Keep in mind that when I say "picked on" I don't mean I was being teased. No,  it was more like I was getting beat up on a regular schedule. I was being bullied. I know, I know... like I... Continue Reading →

Justice

We stood in an extremely long line that now lay behind me and seemed to trail off into forever. The line lead into a large open room with high ceilings similar to a gymnasium, or perhaps an airplane hangar, it is hard to say which. The air hung heavy with the smell of heat and... Continue Reading →

My Brother, the Creative

I have a younger brother, and though age separates us by 9 years, we are very close. Through conversations that we have had recently I have noticed that my brother is reaching the stage in his life in which he is waking to the true nature of our society, and it is safe to say... Continue Reading →

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