the kid
My memories are balls of yarn they tangle up into each other over time so things are hard to differentiate. I have to start at the start. When we first started performing at the North Star Cafe we couldn't believe we noticed this kid behind the counter and strangely enough he would sign up and perform at the end of the night. Poets don't like people so a lot of us grumbled and to us he was "one dimensional" with too much "gun talk" but Wil liked the kid.
Everytime Wil and the kid worked together that next week he come out even better then before even more determined. The kid's name is Sean and he was 17 at the time, Wil and him started hanging out and since I hang out with Wil I got to see him work. He worked harder and better and faster then any of us ever anticipated so we kept pushing him. Little by little everyone got excited I think all for different reasons.
The night that all this introduction wraps into is the night Sean got his own full feature at the North Star Cafe on our night. He had gone from background to best kept secret to feature and he represented all of us on that night. Everything he did right we had encouraged and pushed him so we all won with him. I have never seen the North Star that packed. I remember seeing people looking in from the windows, not smoking just drawn in by him. I wish I could describe it right and I tried, Wil and I wrote dueling introductions for him and read them one after another on that night. I still have mine here it is.
I'd call him Kid Kinetic if i had to throw a nicknamethe type of dude that's loud even in a moment of silence
Eighteen going on thirty, fuck an old soul his is just worldly
like it got popped with shots and got up off the gurney
The kid is in motion learning as he goes that's the scariest part of it.
When i see him suck all the air out of the room i'm thinking fuck, he's not even at his peak.
Not even trying to spit game just lace every line with enough slick shit to incite sickness he can't make the blind see but he makes loud people quiet
uses dramatic pauses like pro players use balco to cheat I should tell you the kid is dope in its pure form Hot in a snow storm I'd call him that cause ain't shit more valuable then dope thats why you can flip it The same adverbs from my hand to his get hotter now that's pushing hard weight in a serious way The best part is his best work is what he just finished so every pen stroke marks a new day for me I'm watching one man develop exponentially and behind the icy delivery and firm tone there is a great tragedy in the background of each poem It's what makes you think why is this young man so old? The triumph over adversity that you can hear verbally and the pain that comes through wordlessly its perfectly poetic accuracy cause you can personally know him as well as anyone by just listening.
He went on after Wil and I did the introduction and his sisters were there and everyone was spellbound, by the quiet shy swagger of this project kid. A kid that never smiled enough on this day was all white teeth exposed. Outside he hugged Wil and I and said "That was soooo Thorough. " I hope it was, I hope its somewhere near as thorough as we all pictured ourselves being not to get attention from people but for the advancement and betterment of others. We did a small thing for Sean that night that he pays back everytime he takes that microphone. Its a good deal.
Everytime Wil and the kid worked together that next week he come out even better then before even more determined. The kid's name is Sean and he was 17 at the time, Wil and him started hanging out and since I hang out with Wil I got to see him work. He worked harder and better and faster then any of us ever anticipated so we kept pushing him. Little by little everyone got excited I think all for different reasons.
The night that all this introduction wraps into is the night Sean got his own full feature at the North Star Cafe on our night. He had gone from background to best kept secret to feature and he represented all of us on that night. Everything he did right we had encouraged and pushed him so we all won with him. I have never seen the North Star that packed. I remember seeing people looking in from the windows, not smoking just drawn in by him. I wish I could describe it right and I tried, Wil and I wrote dueling introductions for him and read them one after another on that night. I still have mine here it is.
I'd call him Kid Kinetic if i had to throw a nicknamethe type of dude that's loud even in a moment of silence
Eighteen going on thirty, fuck an old soul his is just worldly
like it got popped with shots and got up off the gurney
The kid is in motion learning as he goes that's the scariest part of it.
When i see him suck all the air out of the room i'm thinking fuck, he's not even at his peak.
Not even trying to spit game just lace every line with enough slick shit to incite sickness he can't make the blind see but he makes loud people quiet
uses dramatic pauses like pro players use balco to cheat I should tell you the kid is dope in its pure form Hot in a snow storm I'd call him that cause ain't shit more valuable then dope thats why you can flip it The same adverbs from my hand to his get hotter now that's pushing hard weight in a serious way The best part is his best work is what he just finished so every pen stroke marks a new day for me I'm watching one man develop exponentially and behind the icy delivery and firm tone there is a great tragedy in the background of each poem It's what makes you think why is this young man so old? The triumph over adversity that you can hear verbally and the pain that comes through wordlessly its perfectly poetic accuracy cause you can personally know him as well as anyone by just listening.
He went on after Wil and I did the introduction and his sisters were there and everyone was spellbound, by the quiet shy swagger of this project kid. A kid that never smiled enough on this day was all white teeth exposed. Outside he hugged Wil and I and said "That was soooo Thorough. " I hope it was, I hope its somewhere near as thorough as we all pictured ourselves being not to get attention from people but for the advancement and betterment of others. We did a small thing for Sean that night that he pays back everytime he takes that microphone. Its a good deal.
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