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This week has been one of the craziest ever in my life. My day job is crazy enough as it is without having a project like the one I am trying to prep for a ribbon cutting in another four weeks. The Mayor’s podium will be at that joint too so that makes everyone extra anxious. I don’t really have the time to speak to y’all right now. Especially if I’m going to keep my afterwork schedule so brawlick. On Thursday I left the dayjob and was motivating to the PNC Radio studios to listen to Che Grand’s new album ‘Everything’s Good Ugly’. God was already speaking to me and I wasn’t even listening.

I exited the subway and as I was walking down Jay Street I heard someone call me by my family name. Dallas is my government name, my Hollywood name, but that isn’t the name that my family uses to address me so I was immediately disarmed and stopped in my tracks. Who the fuck knows me like that in the DumBo section of Brooklyn?!? Wherever you are God sees you and sure enough it was my man GARY from forever. What the fuck is G doing over here? Although if anyone could be anywhere it would be G.

GARY is fearless and knows how to walk the planet. I shouldn’t ever be surprised if I see a picture of GARY on the space shuttle. G has the fake credentials to get him access on the space station. I hugged my lord in the middle of Jay Street for forever. When I asked G what made him drive through DumBo he told me he was looking to see what the fuck these white were up to. Lol. G said that earlier that day he was wondering what was going on with me. I know who put that seed in his mind too. KENNY WASHINGTON. That dude loved Rakim to death and used to transcribe all of his verses into a notebook. There was a Rakim show later this night at the Highline Ballroom. KENNY wanted to go with his dudes GARY and me.

G and I went back around the way and politicked with the dreads. We twisted up in the park on Franklin and Montgomery just like it was 1989. G’s peoples came down from the building. GARY admonished dude for coming to the cipher without a flame. They playfully argued back and forth before G went to the whip and got his lighter. GARY told dude of the adventures that he, KENNY and I used to get ourselves in. NYC escapades all day every day. Car thefts, boosting missions, 40ozs and blunts on the back of subway trains. It was an everyday operation to survive and thrive in the city without getting familiar with the beast. It still is. The beast rolled down Franklin Avenue and slowed down in front of us. I was just finishing the dutch right then and I tossed it into the grass.

Then my Blaxberry rang out. It was my dude HowFresh at the Rakim show. How had two tickets left and he wanted to know if I could use them. I asked GARY if he and his dude were down to make the trip into the city for this Rakim show? You have to ask some Brooklyn cats that. I knew G was down for the crown and his homey said yeah too. KENNY was definitely in the building. He engineered this whole evening. We drove up to Highline and HowFresh met us outside the venue. Right then Combat Jack and his lovely wife walked up to the spot. We all walked up in that joint and enjoyed the show performed by one of the greatest emcees to ever hold a microphone.

Thank you KENNY.

Thank you GOD.

*A special thank you to DIEGO from Cornerstone Marketing for giving me a press pass.
**Thanks to HowFresh for giving away another set of tickets off the TWitter responses.