From my forthcoming book “The Listening Party”
Hello new world, here we come
On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming
“We on our way!”
Can’t forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming
“I’m on my way!”
Excerpt from the song “Hello New World” by the Clipse
The first thing I aspired to become was a Black historian. To give you some greater context, I read the Autobiography of Malcolm X in 4th grade. Naw I didn’t grow up militant and definitely not docile, but my mindstate was always progressive. Reading about the obstacles my ancestors hurdled was influential to my development. The narratives of Brother Frederick and the long walks taken by Harriett were inspirational enough to make me go further and farther. For those looking for that same glimmer of light, start at home. My birth is inspiration in itself (for me at least). New Years baby, only child and I was raised by one parent. How could I not feel destined to be one of a kind when so many with similar situations have gone awry?! Early lectures from Robert Lee and Collette about standing upright and talking with sense kept my head straight. Locked in a place that wouldn’t be swayed. In my childhood memories you will find a boy nestled underneath the covers, staring at a dark ceiling with a well of tears in his eyes. Daydreaming and wishing about “that day” when they will call his name to be recognized for something remarkable. For me, it’s never been about fitting in and the days after will reflect this mantra. Forever caught in a dichotomy of reality and “nigga please” because this vision won’t shake. It may bend and form for the times, yet the premise stands. I’m here to bring light.
Rap gave me the confidence to put your ugly side in front of the world for review. “The black and ugly as ever” swag. Shoutout to B.IG. Rap is like entering a war without a vest and saying “take my life for what its worth”. The bare-chested honesty of poeticized non-fiction. The thud of drums pulsating against a cochlea. Whether in celebration of riches or despair, rap kept it true. And that’s all I aspire to bring, honesty with a commitment to true education of the masses. “The Listening Party” is reflective of these same ideals. It’s about being receptive to the voices inside you, your environment and most importantly God. The little birdie that rests on all our shoulders are real. As we sift through the ills of our hearts and find the true essence of “us” we will find a divinely written vision. A plan that has been designed by our creator and manifested by our free will to accept. Whether you call him Jesus, Muhammad or anything else is irrelevant. We all have a vision. The great bards of the Bible heard the vision. John Coltrane birthed “A Love Supreme” under the same revelation. Intangible as dreams seem to be, the certainty of its vitality is ever-present and waiting for your ears to listen.
The heart is a foul place when filled with the wrong things. This book should’ve been written years ago. Should’ve being the keyword. My young mind had to be recycled and replenished with ripe libation and soul food before I could comprehend walking and listening. Both ideals being intertwined and responsible for my pursuit of truth and bringing glory to his name though my eyewitness account. I promise to tell the truth with love, knowing fully that my eyes aren’t omnipresent. This book has opened my eyes and ears to the sounds that give us the hunger to reach for bigger things. The inspiration came from not having and wanting and knowing that I can get it.
The Listening Party was brought to you by God’s awesome green Earth, the urban orators of my generation and countless other forms of inspirational stimuli. This book is a reflection of my state of mind at this phase of my life. I wrote this for the people who want to say something, but don’t have the courage or words to do so. I wrote this for this brothers and sisters who feel like no one hears their voice when they speak. I promise to tell your truth without censor, but with LOVE and a commitment to bring about change within us all.
Hello New World