Momma was Panther and poppa was Mau-Mau

What exactly did you expect their seeds would be.

I was not born into the revolution, it was born and cultivated in me from the word go.

I was born at the tail end of the Black power Movement. I saw real ones but mostly slick talking actors seeking “to get”.

Get high, get women, get money, get a name. Their goals were not actually upliftment but personal benefit.

It became lucrative to dance, sing, sound slick like a pimp and sell dreams.

The pulpit knows no bounds.

Today it’s nearly impossible to sift through the pimps to find real.

Most have forgotten, burnt out, smoked out, overdosed on booty and incapable of what their true value actually was.

A storyteller preserving traditions and maintaining continuity.

Well…we gonna finish the story…

It’s story time…