(((hylife 31)))

June 15, 2006
HYIM IN JAIL. I AM IN JAIL...

TONIGHT I DID A SHOW DOWN SOUTH AT THE STATE JUVENILE HALL.
A JAILED GYMNASIUM OF TEEN AGERS
SITTING, LISTENING, BOBBIN THEIR HEAD--
HAVING A BALL.

AND THERE I WAS
DOING AN HOUR SET
SPEAKING
WORDS OF PEACEFUL WARRIORSHIP.

SANG MY SONGS
AND THEY SANG ALONG
GIRLS IN PINK ON ONE SIDE
AND 3 SECTIONED GROUPS OF BOYS IN PURPLE
GREEN
OR BLUE.
MORE THAN A HUNDRED, PROBABLY MORE THAN TWO.
FOLKS WERE FROM MENLO, EAST PALO ALTO, AND A FEW FROM OAKLAND TOO.

WENT AROUND THE ROOM AND EACH GROUP GAVE ME THREE WORDS.
THEN I FREE STYLED USING THE WORDS AND THATS WHEN THE ENERGY GOT CRAZY ABSURD.

THEY LOVED IT.
THEY SAID AND I RHYMED IT: HYPHIE, LOVE, ROGUISH, AND THEIR TURF OR HOMETOWN.
BIG BOYS BLOCK OR A RHYME FOR FREEDOM WHILE MY BEATS POUND.
WHATEVER THEIR WORDS WERE I HAVE SIX WITH A SIMILAR PHONEMIC SOUND.

I PRONOUNCED THEM ENDEARINGLY.
THEY HAD LOVE FOR THE HY-DOG SO
I GAVE THE BEST I HAD, SINCERELY.

THEN I SANG A BALLAD.
AND BEFORE IT SAID TO THE FELLAS:
HAVE THE STRENGTH TO BE SENSITIVE
AND THE COURAGE TO BE KIND.
BE AWARE THAT EACH MOMENT IS AN OPPORTUNITY AND YOUR LIFE WILL BEGIN TO UNFOLD AND IN TIME

LIKE THE WORLDS FIGHTING CHAMPION GRACEY : WORK IT LIKE AIKIDO. MAKE LIFE A LITTLE MORE NEAT-OH.

TO PUT AN EXCLAMATION MARK ON IT
I SAID THE PLAYERS IN THE ROOM KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT.
AND THAT IS A GRAND THING TO HAVE A FEW YOUNG THUGS SNAP ALONG TO MY SONG I LAY MY HEART.

AT THE END A FEW FOLKS GOT UP
AND GOT ON THE MIC
THAT WAS TIGHT.
EVERYONE WAS GETTING HYPED.

AND I ENDED THE NIGHT AFTER MY D.O.G.
OR IS IT MAMBO FOR MONEY FOR MY G.O.D.
DID MY SONG THATS CALLED BYE BYE
WITH A REGGAETON BEAT.
ADIOS, SHALOM, SIANARA, NAMASTE, PEACE.

THE TEENAGERS WERE MOVING IN THEIR SEAT AND WHISTLED AND CLAPPED.
THE MUSIC STOPPED AND THEY WERE TOLD TO SHUT THEIR MOUTHS, FORM A LINE WITH THEIR HANDS CLASPED BEHIND THEIR BACKS.

AND I SAID PEACE AND BOWED TO THEM AND SAID:
BLESSINGS ON YOUR YOUTHFULNESS--
THOUGHT COMES BEFORE ACTION
SO THINK SO YOU DONT COME BACK TO THIS MESS & IN A STATE NUMBER UNIFORM HAVE TO DRESS.

AND NOW I GO TO SLEEP.
AND ALL 200 OF EM ARE BEHIND A LOCKED DOOR.
I KISS THE BED THAT I LAY ON AND THANK MY ANCESTORS WHO CAME I, BEFORE.