I got into an intresting little convo with someone earlier, made me think of everything that was going on up untill now. It made me sad that I rarley had anyone to turn to, then it made me even sadder that all the people I should be able to turn to are all about making their money the way Wester gangsta and inner south city latinos do, whats worse is most are fake. I like to think I'm a city represenative too, but in a different kind of way, both me and my other half don't claim gangsta, we claim urban. This is just a little poem to the ladies and gents in the city that prefer to tag instead of kill, who run for bragging rights and fun instead of away from the cops, them who dance to a beat of their own choosing as opposed to the same gineric move some pop rapper tells them.
To the boys and girls where art means more than talking fast, but actually meaning something, or a peice of paper with drawing on it. I ain't the best poet, but I love all the urban guys and gals in the world, and just because theres an absence of evidence with all the credit stealing and name erasing, dosen't mean theres evidence of absence, so this is for ya'll. Keep it fresh and dope b-boys, taggers, radiomen, MCs, and runners. I keep yall in my heart, keep me and the people in your art.