 All right, all right. Okay, okay. All right, all right. Okay, okay. All right, all right. Okay, okay. Here we go, here we go. I see all my people at the show and seems like reparations is the goal. Somebody say ho. Somebody say ho. Now act like you know. No, I mean no for real. We got talent. I mean we got skills. No, it was amazing. I really enjoyed performing and particularly this event, celebrating Juneteenth and honoring the beauty and the grace of the black people and the perseverance of our journey and our story. It's always inspiring to me and an opportunity to share. It's always a blessing. I'd like there to be a war wear. I'd like there to be a war wear. Where the infantry said no, in criss-clones a taste of snow, and the bombers stated clear they won't go in any year. And sharp shooters closed their eyes, much to the brass, great surprise. And there was peace with no reprise. We chose the peace with no reprise. I'd like there to be a war wear. I'd like there to be a war wear. Where we first would check ourselves, see what our causes do foretell. Tweak where tweaking would do well, then maybe check ourselves again. Remembering some crazy macho in, does not signify you in, cannot signify you in. So I'll say it once again, I'd like there to be a war wear. I'd like there to be a war wear. I'd like there to be a war wear. Wouldn't you give it up for yourself, your marvelous voices. Love the singing, dancing. I really enjoy it. This is also my first duty here in Winooski. Yeah, so I love the experience. I love the fact that I'm here. And I can see the people. I can see how happy people are. I really like Winooski. Winooski, it helps people. It's like, I don't know how to talk about it. I like Winooski. It's very nice. You may have heard before, it's about a group of people I affectionately like to call, beautiful son-kiss people. Can you say that one time, say beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. Say it like you mean it and you like it. Beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. Say it like you believe you are that. Beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. Walking miracles, unfolding parables, ancient scrolls and oceans throes. Love be arose adorning your ears. This morning will not bring mourning nor thorn in tears. This forever moment is showing our fears. Say beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. We are on the cusp of overthrowing overseers. Light years beyond heckles and jeers. No more tanning our hides while Dr. Jekyll steers. This love is sheer, transparent and near. As deers are closest relatives here. Say beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. No conversation on us being equal. Just entertaining the thought it's evil. We weave full. Fully woven. Lost and found, traded and stolen. But look what the eye be holding. Say beautiful son-kiss people. Beautiful son-kiss people. Golden. Black and free and ebony. Mahogany and mocha bee. Chocolate hog and dyes can't see. Rivers running melanin. Shallow men be monitoring. But most high-guided, all-intensive purposes and sovereign skin. Watch this herpoma sense. Journey in and frolic in. Summer breeze is talking with the autumn wind. How winter just won't break our stride. Too much spring and step for us to hide. Our victory is justified. Say beautiful son-kiss people. Solar rise with older tides. Our currency ain't tokenized. We're close to those focused and wise. Whose feet arise on open skies. White supremacy eulogizing. Blessed ministry new horizon. And desperate attempts at euphemizing our prayers to futilize. Still will never neutralize. Too many youths been euthanized. Fed sweetest prey to tooth decay. Truthfully, our roof away has truth to say. A door's a night to loose the day and beauty that the stars obey. Say beautiful son-kiss people. I relate to you so musically. And oh, the joy it brings. Like... Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven Ring with the heart and our rejoicing. Rise high as the listening skies. Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song. Let us sing a song. Facing the rising sun of our new day. Let us march on till victory. Being in sacred oath. Because after all we are betrothed To wondrous wonders of untold. Great grand good fortune that broke the mold. Can't buy us off with moldy bread. We've more than crumbs inside our heads. And crustace will not satisfy When banquets alone are ours divine. We walk and go and make grandma maid. Deliciousness in every shade. Say son-kiss people. Say beautiful, blessed, bountiful son-kiss people. All right. I praise the path that plants our flag. Sparely and earth a self-made basket. A glorious newfound approach. Their predators cannot encroach. Their parasites and wayward folks. Let me a glimpse of coffin joke. See this radiance is brighter still Than every sun that lights a hill. It calls from something deep within. And pours from vocal cords and pen. Say beautiful, son-kiss people. I'm nourished just to see you. You furnish my living room With life-abundant killing gloom. You water every plant I have And flourish my gardens green and vast. Sing lullabies to my hidden child All your fears afoul to file. You spray me with your sense of grace And lovingly embrace my face. Say I am you and we are race That founded every human trace. Say son-kiss people. I wake with your poems on my tongue In my chest I hear your drum From my lips I hear your hum It gets me high and drunk as rum On you I am forever spun Your melanin I never shun With you I am forever one Has there been better never one? Say son-kiss people. I bequeath these oars to you Your next of kin and children too And their children's children's children's view Will yes to match your vibrant hue Your supernatural sorcery To walk in temples gorgeously Shaming cathedrals far and near Make a white Christ pale in the mirror. That's it. Son-kiss children, you are it. Don't let nobody tell you Unless they fertilize in soil To grow rose regal and royal To Donna rose upon a rose Of red and black and green and gold So poetically bestowed It dignifies your inner throne Son-kiss children, marvelous Miraculous magnificence Outlandishly so unabashed Unapologetic sass Ultra-magnetic blackness the right Goddess on your epitad That's blasphemy surely right Because we know true gods never die Son-kiss children, you kiss my eyes With all that sunshine you're applying Experience, I think just having the space To have that time To gather and fellowship And connect with folks Loving on each other and uplifting Each other's story and sharing art and creativity We all stand on the shoulders Of the people who came before us We would not be here without them We took your mama and your daddy And your daddy's mama and daddy And they mama's mamas and mamas And mamas and mamas daddy's daddy's daddy's daddy's daddy So we gonna honor these folks right now Oh, to ancestors In my fingertips The curve of my mind The curl of my tongue The one dimple I see you in my reflection Echoing in my features And yet allowing me to be fully me I know I stand on your shoulders So my life is like A piggyback ride that never ends A merry-go-round in a house of mirrors That never ends Each turn I see your face in my eyes Hear your voice in my mind Whispers of encouraging love Lift my spirit to be ready for each task Sometimes I wonder If everyone can hear Hear your adages, your brilliant mother with Age-old wisdom When silence knows itself intimately I wonder if they too tilt their heads Ever so slightly To hear the tender parts To taste the fruit of everything you've been And been through Perhaps it is not my place to ponder such things But simply to step out on everlasting gratitude For the sacrifices and living sermons For serving alongside you Until I earn my grey mantle And my temple returns to the earth For others to kneel upon me Pray you walk with me Always I hear you When the sky is the cloudless blue infinity And my mind can touch every corner I feel you strong When I gaze into my daughter's eyes And fall into an abyss that I shall never return from This absolute joy Is your lesson for me For us, for waiting in the fragrance Of a bouquet that never loses scent My life flowers to lotus One thousand thousand petals Blossom simultaneously And my heart fountains flooding All I see with wonder Somebody say for the ancestors For the ancestors For the ancestors Haché, alright, alright This next one is called Barbershop Anybody got fresh taper, they might know This man's throat looks immaculate He might know what I'm talking about Alright, cause you got them folks Who are some serious sculptors out there Touching you, making you look like You're full of most brilliant self And you gotta give it up to them Barbershop The place where Pharaohs go to get their crowns Royally shaped Cornrows coiled to straight skin Tight fades, flat top nappy Short crop braids Waves, truly our heads been through A war of the world Conks, relaxes, and those Blasted Jerry curls Somebody know about that So boys demand we get in our heads Royally trimmed, sacred place Our own space to find solace within Barbershop, all on your block A focused group of brothers With no reason to call the cops Getting hairlines precise even if you Model locks, more of the latest Gossip than paparazzi Perfect shelter for receiving knowledge from your elders Along with your peers to coat the face Self image, deeply felt image Oasis of black male image Where we can be ourselves and not explain To no one else, just coarse curly Fine, nodded gnarly divine These strands that stretch from the top of our minds They bind us, we preserving Our culture, we got our own Think tanks, our king's link to nappy Kingdoms that help us think straight Barbers a politician, advisor Counselor of wisdom, theologian Philosopher for the grown men Psychologist with the right hypothesis Initiate you into the modern mystery system So every session in the chair you got a History lesson, vividly present Breathing beautific because the black man's Reputation is too mythic Thus scissors and clippers Craft jewels worthy of a sister Make some noise now for that I know you know what I'm talking about Somebody band Did the goddess dame to place her heavenly body In mortal being Is this question blasphemy When all the swirling stars gather To observe this divine blackness Sculpted before a knight had a name Poor fourth, you're flowing Before me I am swept in moonbeam Sweeping afresh For all the droplets and all the oceans That have ever been This heartfelt enclosure of ours Is a cocoon that spawns butterflies Of every color Anywhere we are is magic At our inception Brand new, dew-eyed universes Begin their spiraling destiny Thus the cosmos in your eyes And the one on my lips have fused Inconceivable to think it otherwise I sit Inches away from the infinite Gratitude personified I see you with my eyes closed And when lids lift To reveal again this sacred being All I can do is praise A maker that leaves no prayer Unanswered