Spit Bars

Spent a few hours in detox, spitting bars, listening to the magic unfold, Detox from the week, the day, the hour, putting it all together, letting it all go, listening to the bars, fold out, listening to the words, flow, Black Thought, Lin-Manuel, Daveed, All masters, no disaster, no question, words, idea, ideas, rhythm, wrap, …

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A Social Construct, A Moral Contract

The social construct, at its best becomes a moral contract, the art and the science, in the forever vocation of parenting. Born helpless, babies need care, concerned attention shown immediately, repeatedly, so that they can grow, nurture, thrive. How oh how can it be any different, insistent, the need so obviously anciently based, caring, teaching, …

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