Afternoon Marauders
The Beat Tape
Dedicated to my Brother Gravity...
It's Like Dis
Hey yo Jus, it's time
Word, word, it's time, man
There's no final hour for this
When those you learn from leave traces to find your way
Into not just your life's work, but the work of many lives
Your journey found way into the welcome of homes of many brave men and women that weathered this nation's loud storms
You once told me we're in the business of thinking
And I thought about this and always imagined the great things you would do while remembering the moments you invited us to take part in to think too
Your work has always been a shared space
A ground of acknowledgments for those that stood taller than we ever could amidst challenges learners have yet to give the kind of thought and time for
When we wrap a talk up our sense of honoring friendship and who and what we talk about is crystallized and though our sense of humor has never wavered I know how sincere you are and how much you've grappled with internally to maintain not just a sense of honor, sense of humor, but also a sense of balancing friendship with education, scholarship with brotherhood, being a son with now being a father...all these things are a part of our lives too.
To understand today's milestone we gotta revisit all the places and spaces
Stories and circumstances that lead to us gathering through broadband access in a world that's ill, we celebrate amidst a tragic feed of what's going on in today's complicated stream of unconscious leadership, confusion and noise
To say I'm proud of you ain't it...it's bigger than that
I'm proud to be a part of what you do and have come to realize that friendships can be timeless too...can endure and play different roles depending on the situation that presents itself when we wake up to a new day, different beats
For all you've worked for, much love.
Check.
Lee aka B.Chess
