Thor's hammer, life's anvil.....

rocks and hard places.
grit grimy gettin' it in.
portrait courtesy of mr. jimmie knuckles.
talk about lookin' like the basement of a harlem block party circa '63.
word.


frying pans and fires.
that's how we doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
clint eastwood style playing card; a la' steve rovetti.
how fresh is that?!
how could he not be my peoples?....
guns, stumps, hats, black and white....
great minds, ya'll.
word the f* up.
i do not have any friends who are less than the hottness.
otherwise, i wouldn't be their friend.
i'm shallow, it's true,
but i am also insulated against the withering wetness of weak-saucery...
today isn't about me,
but those pictures are.
the men behind the lenses are the ones who make the magic happen.

i make, time takes.
just be dope, my ninjas,
keep keepin' it up,
never quiet, never soft...