 Well, here we are now, on the brink of the apocalypse. Nation made of Quakers, Mormons, Mayans, Scientologists, day traders, day laborers, naysayers, congressmen, patriots, facial lifts, debutants, and politics, starting not to give a fucking stop here in a consequence, drinking every night and so we drink to my accomplishments. Lights come on at final cost, we'll pay me all your compliments before I pay the tab. I get with refunds from my scholarship. We ask no questions before signing master promissories. We ask no questions when he sent the troops to battle for greed and you know I love Obama, but he let them bomb Zucati and you know that burning books is the prelude to burn bodies so kind of them all. Take your kids to visit them all, play rich until derivative is small, though snitch the emperor's niggers will fall, don't flinch when all the niggers are called niggers, on-call niggers lost a Hollywood map and got no on-star with us. Barnyard, business, animal farm, y'all with us, no barcodes on my arm, God is my witness, bust up in the vault and leave with all y'all's riches. Face against the wall, hands off, alarm switches, janitors cut cameras, we got the guards with us, toss the gas canisters back at y'all, kill us though the duck is in the truck and drive to Canada with quickness. And my name to the page is of a long, long hit list. What's up y'all, how you feeling? You have no idea how beautiful this is. No, you probably do, this is amazing. I just want to take a moment to honor and lift up that's some very important people. I mean, all of you are really, really important, but lost voices in the audience, could y'all stand up? Those of you that don't know, the Lost Voices are a group of protesters from Ferguson that have been on the front lines of this resistance movement from day one. They camped out in the protest area for 47 days. They vowed not to move until Darren Wilson was indicted. They were forcibly removed by Ferguson police, but they have not stopped their work. And they are here today. And I want to make sure that we honor them because as important as it is that we get our feelings out about this movement through our art, we have to understand that people have been putting real things at risk and real things at stake, their bodies and their lives every day. And so we have to really lift up and pay homage to the sacrifices that they have made so that we can do these things from the comfort of these theater seats. And so I'm gonna do one more short piece, but I need some audience participation because I think it's time that we feel good. I think it's time that we do some feel good because so much of what we have experienced right now is tragic and we need to allow space for us to feel that tragedy. But I think it's important that the name of this event is we must breathe. As the chance on the protest lines have been I can't breathe in solidarity with Eric Garner in his last words as he died, we also now have to know that it's time to take a collective breath and understand how to heal and celebrate together and that we are what we need to heal ourselves. So I need y'all to do a little call and respond to me. Is that cool? Yeah. Cool. So when I say, if you're alive then sing. I wanna hear y'all say, we got everything. Let's try that out. If you're alive then sing. You're all you got to bring. Cool. That's cool. That's really cool. All right. So I need y'all to give me a little beat too. So, can y'all? I know it's gonna be like a lot of moving parts but I know I got a lot of people in the audience with rhythm who gonna help me out. So, run from a gun, can't hide from a lie but we can still have good times. Ain't got no dress code, got no dress. No, we ain't gonna stand in. And then you guys can follow me with the beat. He's here on this stage, so I'm really happy to bring it full circle. I usually do it with my brother who is on stage doing another play of mine. So this is a little excerpt from our show, Lack on Lack. Can run from a gun, can't hide from a lie but we can still have good times. Run from a gun, can't hide from a lie but we can still have air. Put your wings in the air. Got a whole lot of sky, got a deed for it. It is repaired, hope the team is prepared for the season. Declared one, keys and scuff up your sneaks. Don't puff up your chest, you the toughest. We see you, your mama did breed you immaculate menas. Come let us feed you or wrap in this manna. Puffing with Hebrews like Brent Lee his family expanding the clan to the grandmama. We bulls out the pin. They mention like aftershocks. We stole a mask in my hand from Papa. Ass have a mask and for half on a daughter. Run from a gun, can't hide from a lie but we can still have. Run from a gun, can't hide from a lie but we can still have.