I am up in the Bronx where the people are fresh. Enjoying shrimp ceviche with my family and taking pictures like a mad man which has prompted my brother to chide me (“Yo, quit it. You’re acting like some tourist.”)
I think the craziest looks I’ve gotten was when I was posing for a pic in the Projects. (“Does he know where he is?”)
More pics with some more insights later.
And to all my NYC Peoples: You should come to my feature on Sunday. All new work and much fun will be had. Word!
Let’s go, you know a flower that grow in the ghetto
Know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows
Its got love for the sun, that’s where I’m comin from
â€¢ Talib Kweli