EMCEE CALL

speaker, seeker, student, teacher

It’s been a minute…

PEACE to you
all my peoples on the world wide web
I know I’ve been relatively MIA these past few months
not sure if I lost interest, or if I lost time,
or if the words just weren’t adequate
all I know is I’m getting a moment now to breathe, refresh and reflect
this has easily been one of the most challenging years of my life
I’ve never felt more driven, committed, convicted, (com)passionate
I’ve never felt more broken, helpless, desperate, fatigued
I’ve never felt more in love with humanity
I’ve never felt more indebted to my family
I am confident, I am confused, I am healthy, I am bruised
I am being where I’m meant to be, doing what I’m meant to do
wishing I could do more and be more
trusting I’ve seen more than my fair share
feeling a sense of urgency pulsating within me
learning (reluctantly) from the patience of the elders
cultivating community and building up immunity
to the most infectious disease of the day: apathy
I laugh at the irony of stretching myself thin,
being heavier than I’ve ever been
I neglect my art form, abandon my craft
world: cold, heart: warm, I must channel my wrath
channel my rage, I’ve been placed on this path, I can’t stay on this page
I’m torn between two CALLs: the music and the movement
now neither one’s exclusive, but the truth is
my balance is not yet struck
so I’m learning, I’m growing, and I still give a
fist in the air with my feet on the ground
I’m playing the long game while I train in the now
I’m sure of the “why” as I search for the “how”
we all gotta die, but this ain’t my final bow
clean slate, empty plate, I only hunger for the Tao
Bruce Lee said be like bamboo, bend with the wind
when the Mighty Oak snaps, he must begin again
why reinvent the wheel? I want 360 inch rims
that’s more than a metaphor—I’m driven, my friends
so I understand you’re wonderin’ where your brother’s been
well, I’m out on the road and I’ve forgotten my pen
I know I need to write home, I’ve been missin’ my kin
but everywhere I go, I hope they know I carry them
home is deep in my bones, my roots are buried in
"love and be loved"—the only message I send
I’m still a militant, my filaments are revolution
I just feel the dissonance in impotent resolutions
tired of talkin’ problems, we out here building the solutions
ride or die, ride to live, give what I give to keep it movin’
steadily improvin’ our melody of humans
an instrument of change, the true hymns behoove him
and the chorus still remains, the refrain is “show and prove then”
PEACE

DOOOOOOPE!!! look who’s on the front of Bandcamp’s #SeattleHipHop page…

DOOOOOOPE!!! look who’s on the front of Bandcamp’s #SeattleHipHop page…

fuckthemessage:

I’m looking forward to the day when me and my Queen and our Seeds can braid each other’s hair… unravel the slavery from the clothes that we wear… eat bomb breakfasts from the food we grew out back… listen to the elders tell their tales of way back… chill when we feel the need to lay back… wake up and lay down a new sound on an old track… make music with pots and pans… dance every chance we get… learn how to keep the fire lit… watch cartoons and read storybooks… then critically analyze the cartoons and storybooks… then make our own cartoons and storybooks… I wanna raise a Daughter so bright she’ll shine like Pleiades… a Sun so wise he’ll rise beside the ladies… I want my momma to grow old and hold her grand-babies… I wanna kick the beatbox and fix sheetrock in my late 80s… I want THAT… ALL THAT… and then some… but first me and my ms. gotta get some kids… and then them kids gotta grow so big… gotta get hair long enough to braid… and that means cleaning up this mess we made… cuz that dream’s been stripped from the millions we slayed… while a couple sick clowns got paid by the grave… and we watched as the dead heads were shaved… countless mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers… and it’s all OK cuz they were made to be “others”… the window’s open but all we see is the shutters… the drafts coming back make the soldiers’ shoulders shudder… so play it cool… for the babies… and their mothers… and the braids… there’s no “other”

Emcee Call - The Braids

brand new music video up now!!! peep game: facebook.com/emceecall

brand new music video up now!!! peep game: facebook.com/emceecall

On the Killing of Jordan Davis by Michael Dunn

I am so sick of Black children getting murdered
then watching their murderers walk away relatively unscathed 
racism is the most potent pathology in this country 
more deadly than any other disease 
we need a cure 
we need it now 

may we all realize the truth that every person on this planet is connected 

PEACE to the fallen and their families
only three more days… 2/4/14… #theWILD

only three more days… 2/4/14… #theWILD

NEW TRACK! 1/4/14 “Don’t Hide, Just Seek” w/ Lucy Christo on the beat! soundcloud.com/emceecall

NEW TRACK! 1/4/14 “Don’t Hide, Just Seek” w/ Lucy Christo on the beat! soundcloud.com/emceecall

what’s good CALLifornians?!?!? headed your way at the end of January! much love to my brethren @STYGoc… I’m TOO hyped right now!!! #KeepingWarm #STYG #emceecall

what’s good CALLifornians?!?!? headed your way at the end of January! much love to my brethren @STYGoc… I’m TOO hyped right now!!! #KeepingWarm #STYG #emceecall

AYYYYY I just put out a new song w/ a new sound! I’m Dirty” prod by Hapu (aka Saba Samakar)… peep game @ soundcloud.com/emceecall … lemme know what you think/feel fam! artwork by yours truly #imdirty #hiphop #seattle

AYYYYY I just put out a new song w/ a new sound! I’m Dirty” prod by Hapu (aka Saba Samakar)… peep game @ soundcloud.com/emceecall … lemme know what you think/feel fam! artwork by yours truly #imdirty #hiphop #seattle

dope shots from my set @freshestroots last week… #espresso #freshgiving photocred: Mujale Chisebuka

dope shots from my set @freshestroots last week… #espresso #freshgiving photocred: Mujale Chisebuka