Funky Lord Of Creation - Poem by Kylee Wells
This is a homage to life...
To my family. To my unconventional soul mate, Big Daddy Alex Lima. To Teddy, and Gina. Who I hope had that meeting of the mind before they left.
This is to empty Kylon cans
and paint stained hands
the Haight, to every train across the states
to the east coast of New York
all the Graf muralis that turned a generation into art lovers
this is to the original Dr. Octagon cover
To the b-boy stance, the brake dance, the up rock
this is to hip hop
The bass line, the break beat, and the local emcee
To the Cuban Revolution, and all the Politician that inspired me
The under developed countryside of Latin America
This is to a third world heritage that opened my third eye
This is to all the homies that choose art over gettin high
To the Haight Ashburry, Market, Embarcadero, Grant, Mission, Fillmore, Powell and, Post.
Where the illest vibes I’ve caught originated the most
To those who believe in civil and social equality
to those who fight, and those who write in what they believe
To the republicans who showed me what not to be
and for that matter, the democrats too
Che Guevara, Zapata, Cesar Chavez, Tookie Williams this ones for you
To my shell toes, and Chuck Taylors
To a Tribe Called Quest, James Brown, Bob Marley, Jimi’s Guitar, and Janis’ So-Co, to the Alcoholics, I use to love H.E.R, Hobo Junction, and Pharcyde’s runnin... This is to who I was, and who’ll I’ll be
A fucking long time coming.
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