Voice

As I sit here reflecting on Good Friday, I think about what really got me looked into writing & rhyming. Growing I was one of the smallest guys in my class & head fight for everything I had. Not physically all the time but a ninja had to stand his ground & show that my heart don’t pump “no kool-aid”.

I really became dedicated to the art form of rhyming, mainly because it gave you a voice. I remember having to struggle to be heard or was often ignored when youngsters would debate about things that now seem silly. But I started writing & emceeing to find my voice. When I started on my path to all that is dope, haters came all out the wood works to halt my journey. But I pressed on, daydreaming, thinking, more daydreaming, & writing.

I would practice saying poems & rhymes in the mirror, dreaming of doing this for living. I would write short stories, poems, speeches, rhymes, anything that helped with my creativity.

As time went on, your boy got pretty good & would often have to show & prove in battles at the lunch table or in the restroom. All in all, a little ninja was finding his voice & folk were listening.

I can honestly say my daydreaming & writing has introduced me to cats that were creative & like-minded as myself. I’ve met & collaborated with guys I used to watch on the tube. All of this from daydreaming, hustling, & believing.  You can go as far as your mind, faith, & beliefs will take you.  Damn, I wasn’t trying to make this an inspirational joint but I guess this is what it is. I’m going to go outside & find me a BBQ to go to on this “Good Friday” or get my hoop on. After I finish watching Beats, Rhymes, & Life: The Travels of a Tribe Called Quest for the gazillionth time. Be Easy…………

The Daily Journal

April 13, 2012