all day i've been searching for the right words. when this would happen at a cypher, you'd smack your teeth and tell me to spit anyway.
so here i am. spitting anyway.
i owe so much of what i'm grateful for in this life to you. it was the flattop rapping to the weezy beat that caught my ear at the first cypher i ever stumbled upon. you put me on stages; you put me on tv; you helped me navigate chapel hill and confront whiteness; you were the first person to ever pay me for my art; you showed me music could take me wherever i wanted it to.
so many of the people that have held space for me and my grief today are people i know through or because of you and the community that you built. a community i've cherished and poured into over the years because i respected what you built and wanted to honor it—and you—appropriately.
though i still find myself searching for the right words, you also taught me that sometimes, there's only one that matters. you made a living off of saying it twice, though.
cypher cypher. i'll forever scream it loud for you my brother. i love you. until we meet again.
if i would've known back then when i was playing cops and robbers that for the rest of my life i would be a target, i never would've started.
elementary school out now.