 Yeah, so usually I'm on a stage with a mic and a beat and a DJ and things like that and but I'm getting old you know, so it's like I'm not in my mid-20s anymore and those Shows get more and more awkward as I get older. You know what I mean? And that this kind of thing I was kind of excited because I was like, oh I get to do something acapella like something where it's like, you know out of the ordinary for myself And it's always a challenge and I appreciate you. Thank you so much, but it's awesome He is super humble like seriously is the art is amazing and he's just so chill Yeah, so I'm gonna go right in basically these are I guess you would call them poems because there's no Beat attached to them, right? But there's songs when there is the music behind it and I produce my own music I play their wood up by the guitar play drums I play you know all my instruments I try to include You know, I don't really sample that much and I try to stay as creative as possible and try to stay Ahead of my own game, you know, I mean and nowadays, you know hip-hop has become less and less the Voice that I find in my head, you know, I think but it's an important voice But I think the youth that are out there doing it now are making far better music than what us old-timers can make now So I'm just giving you a warning. You're getting a glimpse into like, you know the mid-2000s right now And this is not I'm not at the forefront of the hip-hop movement any longer. I can promise you that so And I just got off Mount Tam. That's my whole backpack right there with all my camping gear I went straight from Mount Tam straight to here and I got rained on last night. I woke up in a puddle like this deep So forgive my lumberjack attire. I don't generally dress like this. I would have dressed up for this move. Thank you so much I appreciate it this first piece called livid and I'd say it's It's a good summation of how I feel and in I think how all of us should feel especially right now We've got this dickhead Trump and we've got a horrible group of people that are following this guy And it's those people as as as Hilary said are these are degenerates. I'm serious I was all around the country and these people are horrible So this poem kind of encompasses my anger at what's been going on in this country for a while Libid and living in this pivotal position speak amongst the weaker live within an inquisition every word I speak is recorded through their wishes But a window for retreat isn't choice for my picking standard with my fist high tongue tied listening to sung lies repeated While the Sun dies eyes lie, but they're watching my reply I'm expected to defy what my brown pride rendered alone never we got control of our soul Tricking down these generations of pain as they build their walls of vain aim and Lord I pray to forgive but when I wake in the morning all I see is rain Because I'm just a man who never thought of a plan to be the man sick of looking for fortunes in the palm of my hands I'm just a man created to understand nothing. I sit in silence while the thunderstorm is coming We live it and living in this pivotal position speak amongst the weaker live within this inquisition and oh I Totally forgot it because the beat isn't there and I always have this part. Okay And we okay. Okay. I'm gonna go to the next part of that. I'm just gonna skip forward my bad And live in our life live in despite you rescind in our rights and bend in the price of end in the life We send in a fight to your ignorant might because the infinite light is on the side of a piff in the site and f-16s Might circle the skies but above your war crimes is a power most high because we never run and we never hide They got us living on the wrong side of apartheid and that was the end of that one. Thank you Thank you Yeah, it's definitely challenging without the beat. It's kind of cool. I'm like trying to think of it in my head This next piece I wrote on my uncle's roof in In Ramallah, I was sitting up on his roof hanging out Probably drinking some hot I can just chill and you know because it was such a nice night And it was the sun was going down and he has where he lives in Ramallah He has this view of a very beautiful commanding view like you could see like the word Jerusalem is you can see between you You could see Unfortunately one of these there you go. You're from between you're right awesome And you could also see one of those god-awful settlements and they were just Just popping off tracers right over my head and I was just like I was and it just came to my head and this is what I wrote Man I missed the way she smiled at me unforgiven streets just a mile from me white men with ever 16s I smelled your dusty air complete with the tone of bread and candy and diesel exhaust I thought your beauty's uncanny how can be the way they took it away with a grin got me nostalgic remembering colds Lonely as gin controlled as a holy man sin I guess my poem wasn't ready for the whole I was in but it's the groves and the way the sun sets over the road See betunia as horizon and elclad's has made a gold I forgot about the droves of demons searching for souls spitting rockets out they dragons trying to tag up our toes I seen a mother on her knees crying wondering why her babies living in a pine box He peacefully lies while the pieces of lie you could see it in the gleam of his eyes Draped in flags is that his piece of the pie and while he lay his stories buried on the hill up the way Near the ruins with the pillars that were built in a day I saw I Got the feeling that this burial had something to say and as the holy man prayed them demons started to spray We saw the stones and the clutches of the youngest get thrown and the hunger of the full bellies crushing their homes We seen the smoke of smoldering hope suffocate dreams. I think it changed the color of the sky to purplish green I seen the strength of a survivor clutching his key seen the lock in the clouds above the dragon's decrees said He was sick of living in this prison permanently. He closed his teary eyes and told me you're a refugee Thank you They labeled us the third world is oil rig siphon the lands blood no need for lambs blood the phantoms have arrived They got no God but a dollar that lies they call it freedom But the people of color denied they start wars over property to falsify prophecy rec third world economy So you could sip coffee free operate through monopolies justified by law degrees no room for autonomy in this corporate oligopoly That's the part of me through anger and stress that as I inhale the sess left by the industrial complex Built on the sweat of the working man's neck and on the stolen land that they annexed Thank you guys so much Thank you so much there you guys George Lamam is up next that's gonna be exciting and thank y'all for coming