From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I sing to thee of shyne

"Everybody has a different voice, and I'm the hip-hop boy. When I grew up, all my friends were rappers, DJs, graffiti artists or break dancers. I wasn't anything, but I listened to the music and spoke the slang we all spoke. I got into poetry because I love how people express themselves and I love the beat poets and the black oral-narrative tradition."
-Lemon

This is the type of poet that gives others hope,after going to jail for a year and 8 months he just went and did his thing.
Not that I ever was ever incarcerated,nor am I a "prison type mawfuckah" but I appreciate it regardless.

Anyway,


.N ari
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