What you really need to know about me?
I guess I show you a few things.
Do you see the young woman speak her poem out loud
About being raped at sixteen?
Can you see us dry our eyes and pose for a selfie? Tag me.
Do you know those Barrio Hollywood kids who are young adult daddies?
Do you know that they add me, message me, fan me?
Do you know the rich kids at the private college file in swiftly.
To an auditorium where I hit the academic institution for about six g’s.
Put it on my rent, put it on this video, put it on student loan debt.
Put it on the time I spent, lovin’ and livin’, growin’, an failin’, just to make this exist.
My life is so much more than rap you can’t fathom that.
Same way I can’t fathom where you’re at.
Listening on the phone, in your headphones, at the park before you go to scrap,
Before you hit lick or a link or buy a drink and give a homie dap
Fuck it, I’ll choose, I’m at your aunties house in your headphones
Smelling cooked food like whoa
Watch her add spice so smooth
cold suds in the brew
Massive flavor as I chew
I spit it back at you, homie that’s soul food.
I roast fools, I’m the fire spit and flame. They the goose.
I transmit, I permeate, beyond the sound wave and the sound booth.
They the lie. I’m the truth.
The beautiful ugly path I walk makes my groove.
Just tryin’ to touch this love shit
In private I touch it out of the sight of the public
But in public I be lovin’!
[Verse Two]
This art thing
Be my favorite comfort sleep
It comforts me
When I reach to dream
It’s all the survival scraps of me
I tapestry, a taping thing, but its not the best of me or the worst of me.
It’s the recipe of what I let you see.
Intentionality in every thing.
When I make this pen bleed
This ain’t for publicity
This is just how I breathe.
90% of what I make will never seep
In your ear drum, son, this is how I pray for me
A song to see, in the prayer of we.
Its where I go to re-re-read
Re-imagine, re-re-remake
Re-evaluate. Release dragons.
Re-demonstrate anthems of discovery.
Where I can become, become, become a better me,
Become a better.
This ain’t fantasy
This is fantastic personality in the prism of joy and grief.
Go ahead. Peep, the way I get cold at night
I get cold at night.
No warm body next to mine
Been a long time
and I’m cold
I memorize winter below a Colorado sky.
Coyote howl be the background sound to this life.
I sing summer songs through the moonlight
They say the night people out to get the day people.
But I kick it with the night people and step with the day people.
If you know me well they you know that I walk to the day with you.
Laugh wit you, hang wit you
I channel light to evacuate the darkness in my life
Trying to tare away my shackles in real time.
I guess I been to focused on the horizon floatin off in the distance,
a destination in my mind that I forgot how to enjoy my stride.
Poet, emcee and teaching artist Myrlin Hepworth has written and performed across the United States. In addition to visiting
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