I love how Paul Pfeiffer understand sports culture and the power and aesthetics behind it. Ever been to a football stadium… and you know what I mean

You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father Someone’s lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don’t seem to differ It’s gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?
I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track,�
get your hands up like a hijack
Fist in the air for (Kweli), keep ‘em there like
Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
It’s a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I’m writing for
I’m writing to show you what we fightin for
Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it’s hard try spelling in phonetically
If not then just let it be like Nina Simone,�
you probably (ably) don’t listen B
Even when we suffer loses I account the victory
Sometimes it’s far and between I’m sad to say
it got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept ’cause his dad’s away
Stop crying be strong is wha

Loving this: Hollis P. Monroe – I’m Lonely

VS

Somehow that gangsta schnitzel if done right never gets old.

No words, just good!