Stereotypes...(Do I fit the description?)

Stereotypes...Some of us accept them for what they are, others try their damndest to disassociate themselves from them. Who really cares? Stereotypes are just things that are a part of one's culture that another uses to generalize them. Again I ask, who really cares?

I'm Black...Obviously

I can sing...Well, I can "sang" there's a difference

I can rhyme...Who doesn't?

I can dance...Oh yeah, don't let the girth fool you

I don't know who my father is...There are things you can't control

I like fried chicken...Am I the only one?

I like red kool aid...Yes, I know red is not a flavor

I am lazy...You try cooking for 150 mofos and see if you wouldn't be

I've been on welfare...The class system affects us all in one way or another

I wake up on CPT...Only on the weekends though

I partake in "herbal conversations"...But I'm not into drugs

I talk to the movie screen...I shoud be able to after they charge me $100.00

I am good at sports...Practice will do that for you

I wear baggy clothes and Timbs...But I own a nice suit collection

I have a baby's mother...She wears my ring also

Whether you allow stereotypes to define you or not is your choice. Live your life...Just make sure you live it right. Nothing else matters.

Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

Thanksgiving? (The Thoughts of an African Indian)

This day I give thanks for your awful pandemic, killing those that weren't already killed by your guns. Thank you, oh thank you for the bloody slaughter of our women and children, we understand that no conquest comes without sacrifice. Thank you deeply for the seizing of our land, we more than appreciate the casinos you would give us later on for it. Thank you for The Braves, Redskins and Seminoles...it's nice to know that our image and heritage mean that much to you. Thank you for masking the hidden truth behind this day you've named a "holiday"; the benefits you've reaped in the sales of turkey mean nothing to our generations lost in your plan. Thank you...very...very...much.

A Capricorn Risin'

January '76, a baby is born...winter time in The Bronx in a womb full of scorn. A miracle was sent from The Lord. Because this baby met life bein' choked by his umbilical cord. He made it thru fine, they say, "in due time, everybody grows to learn about their purpose in life." Patience is a virtue, to come full circle, you've gotta make it thru all the struggle and strife. No male leader in the house to hunt wit'. So struggle is the one thing he had in abundance. But he would never change it or trade them for yours. Stared Satan in the face when he came to his door. The evil father of confusion and lies, told him things that had him lost in this world... he couldn't cope. Should've broke but he wouldn't break. All he did was complain about the pressure that he couldn't take. How was it that he made it thru the pain? Who was it that sat wit' him while he moved on the trains? Provided him protection in his underground shelter even slept next to him spendin' nights in the park. Why was he spared on his birth date? How could he try to take a life that wasn't his in the first place? So many questions wit' very little answers...Rules to this game of life, he doesn't understand them. He studied Islam, started trainin' for the distance. Read books of many kinds but somethin' was still missin'. The blindfold he was wearin', he finally took it off. Slowly but quite surely, he found out what he was lookin' for. In the sand there's been two pairs of footprints, his and a pair that he doesn't recognize. Slowly it starts to come to him, it's the man that held him in His arms before He put him in "Moms".Then he starts to remember happily, there was only one pair of footprints in the sand when He carried him. Now, he sees it vividly, dark demonic wizardry, the struggle and the strife were all a part of Satan's trickery. The Lord will allow torment to test your faith, stay faithful to Him 'cause He's faithful to you. He'll never give you a pair of shoes you can't wear. Or put more on you that you can't bear. Your struggle is your testimony, share your life wit' the world and let them know that God truly exists....Peace & Freedom.

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

Ghetto Blues: Summertimes and Sugar Sandwiches

The DJ's threw jams in the park on the block. Rainbow coquitos and skelzie tops. Since the concrete is hot, get a wrench for the hydrant. Get a bucket, it's the next best thing to the pool. The lil' shorties jumpin' double-dutch, the music in the air. Catch-n-kiss, you tried to catch the one that had the curly hair. Freeze tag, put your foot in. We're about to get a game... The piragua man is comin' so you call your mother's name. Either that or Mr. Softee, get a dollar if you could. Just the everyday activities when livin' in the hood. 7:30, be inside before the lights come on. Leave the park, beat the dark, feet leavin' sneaker marks. If the elevators broken, you gotta walk to your floor. Say, "peace out" to your homies before you walk in the door. Wash your hands before dinner, "Don't you go in them pots!" That's what your mother says but all the while, you're all in the pots. Fried Chicken, white rice, a few slices of bread. It might be all we have but please make sure the Kool-Aid is red. Gotta get your homework done to watch your show on the tube. Bedtime, you wash your body then you jump in the bed. Say your prayers before you do it...show you're grateful to God. Close your eyes and dream about the things that bring you relief. Gunshots and sirens are the lullaby that rocks you to sleep. Good Night.

Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

Time: Too Much, Never Enough or None At All

This was inspired by a blog posted by a high school alum(What's up MeMe?). She talked about how these "social sites" allow you to get reaquainted with old friends and such. It made me think about it thoroughly...to myself, I say word. I've been able to catch up with cats I haven't spoken to in a decade. Cats that I've grown up with...The other night while IM chatting with one of those old "cronies" I asked him about other members of our crew and some of the news shocked me. See, he & I grew up in the projects together...and by the mighty grace of God, we were able to make it out. He expressed his joy over the fact that we were able to do it. A lot of our friends were not so lucky. So many of them died so young...and if they weren't dead, they were away in prison doing heavy time. In my opinion, prison is death as well...freedom is life and without that, you're dead. He told me how two of our boys were doing time. Heavy time...time...the concept of time is funny when you think about it. When you're free, there never seems to be enough hours in the day to do all of routined duties. When you're locked up, the time can't go by fast enough. After my friend expressed this joy he had, I thought about it with a calculating thought process. I looked out of the window of my current residence and for the first time in a long time, I thought about those project buildings. All this time, I'm looking down on the fact that I'm not where I want to be...Shamefully, I thought...at least I'm not where I was. When we were young, we didn't look at it like the ghetto...we were busy enjoying our youth. Flippin' on dirty mattresses, playing manhunt, skelzies, etc. That was life...growing up in that life is what caused some of our friends their death. Touching bases with these old friends has made me reminisce about those times more often. On one hand, I miss it there...but if you asked whether or not I would want to live there again, the answer would be an emphatic NO!!! Because I know now what I didn't then...Thank God for age and wisdom. That's why I'm never ashamed to tell people my real age...some of my friends won't get the chance. I do this for them. Peace & Freedom















Truly Yours,



Mitch Hennessy

A Trip To Love

While swimming in the infinities of space it seems

The constellations, moons and outer galaxies

Must be figments of my imagination or subconcious dreams

This feeling of flight nothing more than a fallacy

The blazing warmth of the sun, the beauty of Saturn's rings

I am lost in it's awesomeness, it's omnipotent flow

Floatin' on everything that is air watchin' living stars scattering

So much to see at one time, from here where do I go?

I can feel God's presence here, wrapped in all that is created holy

I feel the feelings of being here before, visions of the past

Emersed in the deep chapters of this real life never ending story

Wondering if all of this ambience is going to last

Despite the vast darkness and absence of time, I drown in this world above

To drown is to die, to die is to live, for where I am living is love

Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

What Takes Years To Figure Out Can Be Forgotten In Seconds...

"Vengence is Mine" saith The Lord

Before I learned this, I had it set in my mind that when that finally came I would do some thing so raw that Satan would resent the day he decided to torment me...I often ask, why me? From the very day I was born, Satan has tried to keep me from reachin' my full potential. After years of wondering why, I figured out that it was because God had His hands on me...There are things that have happened in my life that if I did tell you, only most probably would half believe me. All that I can say is that after certain things happen to you; you have no other choice but to become in tune with the spiritual realm. Vengeance...the desire for revenge, it can consume you and drive you off of the path. "Vengeance is Mine" saith The Lord...After learning the true essence of this quote, I realized what that meant for me and I was surely pleased by the revelation. All of you who feel like I have felt, I say to you be patient. Trust in The Most High, your "revenge" will come thru His...Peace, Freedom & Blessings.

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

The Emcee In Me...Music Saved My Life.

The year was 1983...Springtime. The year I met my first love... In one swoop, my life would never be the same. The colors of the world were now brighter...the air was now crisper...my spirit was awakened. This indescribable feeling was Hip Hop. Not just Hip Hop but music period. The gift that God infused me with had started it's evolution. At first, it was just a caterpillar crawlin' thru life seekin' inspiration. It had finally found it. Kurtis Blow, Run-DMC, Fat Boys and so many others were modern day street poets to me. To say that they influenced me would be an understatement. But influence me, they did...so much so that I, "ruined a perfectly good name"(my mother's words, not mine). M.C. Denny Dee was my new name...anytime that I put a pen or pencil to paper, it was like I was leaving the entire world behind...The only place I felt strong...safe...wealthy...like I belonged...free. Unfortunately, no matter where I went while writing, I had to come back to reality. As I grew, so did my music. The caterpillar was now a chrysalis. When I was young and stupid, so was my music. When I matured, so did my music. When I look back, I see how God was preparing me for my purpose. Music wasn't just something I do, it was who I was. As much a part of me as my breathing or my tears. The chrysalis had hatched and out came a B-Boy Butterfly...Writing kept me out of trouble...it was all I wanted to do. At home...in school during my classes. The teacher would be up there givin' a lesson and all I could hear were break beats in my head. While some of my friends were out robbin' people, jackin' cars and/or sellin' crack, I was writing verses, songs...the spirit of "organized noise" consumed me the way a black hole would. My first love became my only love...girls came and went but my music stood true. Even when I decided that I wanted to do this to make a living, the love was always there. Sorry to say though, that love is no longer as strong as it once was...the colors of the world look grey and dismal and the air is flat. Now when I write, there's a nu purpose behind it...Purity...Justice. And if I can achieve my purpose, it may start to feel the way it did in 1983...Maybe...just maybe.

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

Seein' What It Is By Lookin' At What It Was...

I can remember lookin' out of my fourth floor window watchin' the sun come up...What we called the " back park" would radiate brighter as the sun rose higher. What would've been a bad view to most was so beautiful to me...concrete, trees, checker/chess tables made of stone...benches, monkey bars and the typical project basketball courts where only half of them have rims...the air was so...so...pure then. It's a wonderful blessing to look thru a young person's eyes...so innocent. We never looked at livin' in the projects as a bad thing. It was home...the pissy staircases, the crackheads, the broken elevators...it was home. But something changed over time...as we got older, the air started to taste not-so-pure...at least for some of us. After movin' to what seemed like a better nieghborhood, I would learn that a tenement was just a fancy word for "smaller" project. I then had a sixth floor window to look out of. It felt like home also...it WAS home. It had all of the familiar elements of home...crackheads, broken elevators, etc. etc. But yet again, something changed...or was it that I changed? It is said that "home is where the heart is"...Well, my heart was no longer in it. The vibe was always there because my friends were there but my heart had moved on to greener pastures. I found knowledge...and it was that knowledge that showed me that I didn't belong there...So when I began to look out of my now sixth floor window, I saw not what was...but what needed to be. I had to break that cycle of public housing, welfare, etc. The class system created by the "elites" put me & mines there. I say that to say ...it is your MISSION to GET OUT!!! I remember watchin' "Rhyme & Reason" and Wise Intelligent from P.R.T said, "I'm not stayin' true to the hood, I'm stayin' true to the people in the hood." I've adopted that credo ever since...Let us all dedicate our life to change...Peace & Freedom

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

Growth...I'm A Grown Man. Pt. 2: Mental

On the last post I spoke of spiritual growth...I spoke of how God can reveal things to you...How God can reveal to you how the negative things in your life were put there to have a positive effect on you. What's the cliche'? The Lord works in mysterious ways. If you wanna put it like that, fine. Sometimes I think about the fact that I've never met my father...as a child, I used to ask my mother why he was never around...After hearing her answer, I still felt unsatisfied. I didn't understand... As a teenager, I rebelled and I cursed him. I cursed him for not being there to teach me how to fight, how to finesse a honeydip. I still didn't understand... As a man, I learned to forgive him...I forgave him because we all fall short....Mental Growth. I still didn't understand though... Then something happened...I had a child. Something you talk about happenin' but to live thru it is so spiritual. That feeling hasn't wore off...even when my lil' princess drives me up the wall...I look in her eyes and I see the true meaning of what life is...why we are here. How could my father walk away from that? I know now that there are two sides to every story....I wanna know his side...what happened? Regardless, his not being there made me the man that God needed me to be. The father my family needs me to be...I am in no way professin' my own perfection. I am a wretch...but God loves me anyway...And you too.


Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

Growth...I'm A Grown Man. Pt. 1: Spiritual

When you reach a certain stage of enlightenment, The Most High will reveal things to you. It's up to you to see the code...If you are not spiritually inclined, you wouldn't be able to understand what that feels like. I couldn't explain it to you if you wanted me to. There was a time where I was so lost...Mentally and spiritually...I started searching for knowledge. I learned a lil' bit from some brothers that were five percenters. I studied on my own constantly...I learned my history...learned what it truly meant to be african living in America. Knowledge of self...I thought so...Something was missin'. I still felt lost...I was taught that the black man is god, he can manifest his own blessings...There's no way that's not true...it's what I believed. With age, I've come to learn that there is truth in that. There is the essence of God in us due to the fact that we are created in His image. But when God intercedes into your life on more than one occasion, you tend to change your perception. When the hand of God touches your life, there's no denying that there's a higher spiritual being among us...watchin' us....Spiritual Growth. What "religion" do I believe in? I don't. Let me clarify...I believe the ideal of religion was created to further divide us as a people. Not to get it twisted, I speak the testimony of The Messiah. Many nations/factions have done some dispicable things in the name of our savior; who just like his people has been stripped of His true name, true identity and true place of origin. "How can a black man praise a white messiah?" People have asked me that question...and it's that ignorance that keeps them from accepting The Messiah as their savior. Not that it matters because the wicked comes in all colors as do the righteous. But it's simple mathematics...if civilization started in Africa, which at one time in existence included all the surrounding lands, now known as The Middle Eastern countries; Wouldn't that make The Messiah african? Now what's your excuse?











Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

What's Really Real?

Where's the unwritten law that says being "real" is standing on these corners hustlin'? How real can you be when you're runnin' from the cops? Meanwhile, a man that busts his ass at work to support his family is a square. An emcee is "real" when he exploits the effects "The Class System" has had on our people. An emcee that looks to correct said effects is considered to be "corny". Women walk around with fake boobs, fake eyes, fake noses, fake nails, fake asses(yes, they can do that now), etc. Yet, these walking, talking, plastic dolls are the first ones runnin' around talkin' about they want a "real" man...I jus' don't get it... What are your thoughts?



Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

The Meaning Of It All...

Love....Life....What is love really?......Hell, what is life?.....Maybe love is when a man looks into the eyes of a woman and sees down to her soul....And in seeing her soul, he sees that part of him that's been missing since birth....I guess that's why they say, making love is becoming one with someone....But that's just it, most times when you lay with a person you run the risk of your souls not conjoining....That's when you're "making love".....Making something that isn't there to begin with.....But when they do connect, it's a beautiful thing.....Two souls become one in the same and the power of this unity's love is strong enough to create life....Creation of life...The greatest gift ever given besides life itself....And soon the life created by this unity will strengthen the love of the unified souls......Love....Life....Life.....Love....Love is life and life is love.....Peace & Love......Love your life.....

Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

Changes...Jus' a small thought.

Change...Change is a good thing. Elevation...Growth...Completion of your cipher. My homies and I look back on the good ol' days a lot and we laugh at the stupid things we used to do. We all wondered what it would be like to be married with kids and all that jazz..."Nah man, I can't see it" was usually the thought. But lo and behold, a whole lotta years later...4 of us have been "tagged and released"...And we've all got kids. All daughters too...I've been told that it is a blessing to have your first born be a girl. And it is because everyday that I get to look into my babygirl's eyes is a blessed one...Change is good...Some people subconsciously fear change...Which is why they're still doin' the same dumb shit at 30 that they were doin' at 19. Hey...Change is inevitable...And whether you stand and deal with it or run like hell from it...A Change is gon' come...





Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

Too Hip To Be A Square

"To be hip is to be update and relevant"-KRS ONE "Hip Hop Lives"





Update and relevant these days means overexaggerated tales of being Pablo Escobar or John Gotti's second coming. Either that or coming up with a new dance craze whose buzz lasts all of 15 seconds lookin' like a modern day jig all the while(but that's a different story for a different time). Make the choice to rhyme about geo-politics, spirituality, how about leading a regular life and they want to throw you in a box(no pun intended, but then again...). When it comes to my music, I'm not afraid to be myself. And since when did it become hip to lie on your persona? I guess around the same time it became lame to be educated. It's funny...I've known cats who were supposed to be the thuggest of the thugs turn tail and run when the heat was on and str8 and narrow 9-to-5ers who would and will drop you where you stand. Up is down, day is night, what the hell is goin' on!? It's time for a new way of thinking, no matter who wants it...I won't spit about ignorance just to get to paid. Thinking outside of the box(pun intended fa'sho)is hip; by that statement alone I'm too hip to be a square. Peace & Freedom.







Truly yours,
Mitch Hennessy

You hear the Alarm...WAKE UP!!! No Snoozin'!!!

Satan's greatest trick was convincing the world that he does not exist...Pull the wool from over your eyes. Reaganomics(crack/AIDS), Darfur, etc. are clear signs that there is an evil force afoot. Bloods v. Crips, Blacks v. Browns, Blacks v. Whites, Christians v. Jews v. Muslims. Divide & conquer is what that's called....Ultimately life comes down to two choices...Rightgeousness v. Wickedness. The wicked comes in all colors as do the rightgeous. I don't pretend to know it all because I don't. But I know more than most and I'm still learning. Everyday I try more and more to connect the proverbial dots that will eventually allow me to figure out my life's purpose. One thing I have learned is that The Most High in all of His omnipotence is very simple. Simplicity is the key. So many people "misoverstand" God's word making things more complicated than what they truly have to be. So much time & energy is spent looking above & beyond for the answers to life's mysteries that we are oblivious to the fact that said answers are right under our noses. Some people who have known me a long time ask me, "Why did I decide to let my hair grow?" When I tell them for strength, they're kind of thrown off a little. The Bible states that Samson the Nazirite's strength was in his hair. It also says, "As your days are long, so shall your strength be". Your hair grows every single day. I've been growing it ever since. Satan is the father of lies and confusion...keep it simple. The thoughts of the free thinkers will inevitably become contraband. Stay free. Till next time, Peace & Freedom



Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy