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Two.

Hennessey and coffee.

Hot or cold?

Cold.

Cold?

Thank you, appreciate it.

We the only ones in here?

That's what it looks like.

You
been here before?

Just once.

Where are you from?

Nia, Nia, baby, open the door.

Nia!

Nia!

Chico.

What the fuck?

What?

What do you want?

OK.

God, Chico, I can't breathe.

OK, OK.

Baby, baby.

What the fuck, man?

Nia!

Chico, get out.

Get out of my house, Chico.

What you got a knife for?

What you doing?

Actions speak.

Words raise doubt and suspicion.

A rebellion it seems.

A rebellion we need.

The goal being
righteousness and peace.

The goal being justice
for our people.

Arm ourselves we must with
intelligence and perseverance,

and there's no promise
of positive change

without violence.

But there is influence
of change with action.

rebellion it seems.

A rebellion we need.

Because their fire burns
our souls, and our range

burns each other.

Then just as hair flows like
the waters of La Grange,

blood pours.

We treat each other like cows
on family farms, butchered.

All that energy
should be harnessed

to make the evil
flee our streets.

The evil that lives within our
authorities, the people that

govern this place.

We must move as one unit,
united within unity together,

interdependent.

Like nature is upon the sun.

And love is the goal.

Freedom will unfold
like the butterfly

you let fly from your
palm after you caught it,

if you remember
elementary school days,

the little yellow butterflies.

We must take the lead
until we've been freed.

You're finished early today.

Hey, your
actually showed up today,

and there's not that
many of them either.

You know.

(SIGHS) I just don't want you to
jeopardize this thing of ours.

Thing of ours?

Yeah, it's a great
opportunity for us.

We're fortunate to
have landed this gig.

This is not a gig.

You don't see that?

The way I see it, it's a gig.

Look, easy money for the summer.

Five weeks, one
Saturday per week,

show the course we've
complied across the board.

Is that right?

Yeah, get a few
recommendations and move on.

As long as we
stick together, who

knows how long funding
for this little project

is going to last.

I'm not going to put my
students on cleanup duty

just so people like you can
come here and get educated

in comfort.

Look, all I'm saying is
we're young, we're educated,

and I mean you are
absolutely beautiful.

Can you you please stop?

Beautiful.

What?

You're beautiful.

That's all I'm trying to say.

And so what if I put my
kids on cleanup duty?

They're great with brooms.

I'm just saying, like
we're going places.

Can't you see that
we're going places?

You know, the state requires
that we teach productivity.

OK.

And the fact is you've
been taking money

from your offenders--

Are you going to tell on me?

Is a criminal act.

Maybe, I don't know.

You know, I just--

I just don't understand why
you waste your time with them.

They ain't kids.

They don't want nothing.

They're not trying
to be anything.

You go tell them that.

How about that?

You tell them that.

(MUTTERING) I ain't going
to tell them nothing.

OK, bye.

Have a nice day.

Man, my brother had the TV
Atlantis fuck this morning.

But you know, what
really pissed me off?

It was a commercial
about aluminum foil.

Like, who's going to
forget to buy that shit?

And on top of that it was
15 minutes before my alarm.

Knowing I could have used
those fifteen minutes.

So y'all never forget
to buy that shit?

Bra, I always forget
to buy that shit.

So, what's up?

Hey, sunshine.

man.

A big day today, huh?

I know, I know.

OK, .

What's the name of this song?

"To Let Her Tell It."

You got to let me get this.

I got you.

What's up, y'all?

Good morning everybody.

Good morning everybody.

Good morning Miss G.

That's more like it.

You guys should be excited.

Today's a big day for you guys.

After today's finished
you all receive

a certificate of completion.

So you can take that
back to the courts

and show that you've complied
with the state's requirements.

Now depending on your case that
either reduces or eliminates

your fine, and the same
goes for community service

and/or restitution.

There's less people every day.

Well, I'm glad all of you
are here for the last day.

And ,, what
are you doing here?

It's not 9:45.

He was early today Miss G.

Last day, no more
waking up early.

You feel me?

You never did wake up early.

Got him.

I'm getting roasted for
coming to class early.

I almost didn't make it.

Is that right?

We went out last night.

Where you at?

I didn't tell you
you could go nowhere.

Well, we just went to the bar.

Who?

Well, what's crazy
was, Nia calls a cab.

We wasn't even that drunk.

OK, well, I'm glad you
guys all got home safely.

Now I want to get
to presentations.

I want to get to everyone
we didn't get to last week.

I thought you was
going to do yours, too?

Is that what you've
been preparing?

Well, I've been preparing
a thesis on education

and I'm going to
use my experience

with you guys for it.

Well, then what we going
to talk about today?

Jazz.

But I want to get
to presentations.

So who wants to go first?

I'll go.

Thank you, Sean.

Come on up.

Milo Penta got knocked
down out here yesterday.

What does that mean, Sean?

Got killed.

Not too far from here.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you, Miss G.
I mean, just got

me thinking about why
I've come to this program

in the first place.

I didn't have to come.

I could have just
paid the restitution.

So?

Why you got time to
be at the red fence.

That's to let you know it
could have paid restitution.

OK, so Sean, why did you come?

I was saying, I
remember hella long ago

I went through this phase where
I would sleep like all day.

And I had the
craziest nightmares.

I mean the shit felt so
real that when I woke up

I'd be crying real tears.

Fucked up part is that I
prefer that over my real life.

So yeah, I've got a big idea.

I just want to be free.

I want to be mentally healthy.

I mean, I want my
life to be

and not like some
fucking nightmare.

But Sean, what kind
of dreams were they?

The presence of black
people in this country

has affected the way
everyone else walks,

talks, the way
they dance, dress,

from the music to the language.

You know, we all use African
words every single day

and don't even realize it?

Like what.

Like banana, coffee, cola, jive.

OK Miss G. Nobody
uses jive anymore.

OK, well hip as in being hip.

Jazz is even--

How about you feel me?

I don't think so.

But the expression
you feel me does

resonate with the
black experience.

See, as a black people
we aren't represented

in politics or media,
so we have to constantly

ask ourselves these questions.

We're in a state of
constant appraisal.

We live under the slogan of
freedom, but we live oppressed.

Our culture evolves
from this contradiction.

We instill it in our
future generations

and understanding
this contradiction

is why there are
future generations.

It's why we're all still here.

It's why we're here today.

OK, so why don't we meet
back up in say 10 minutes,

then we'll pick up
where we left off.

Thank you.

Yes, girl, yes!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So I was thinking about
moving to Frisco with Mom.

I could see you in Frisco.

The whole art scene.

Yeah, doing your thing, girl.

But what about your parents?

Aren't they--

Like well-off?

Yeah.

Yeah, they got a real estate
up in Oakland, so they do OK.

But I just don't
like it over there.

Why not, though?

Just not trying to be a
part of all their bullshit.

Like what?

Like for one, my dad doesn't
know that my mom, i.e. his wife

is spending all of
they fucking money.

How he not know that?

She shops onling
all fucking day.

Buying-- name some shit.

Baby?

Baby clothes for my brother's
baby that's not even his baby,

by the way.

You lying.

No, that baby has blond
hair and blue eyes.

That child is a .

What?

How is that even possible?

I don't know, she a ho.

Groan.

But how your dad
not know she a ho.

That Nick is a workaholic.

Plus, I think as long as she
occupy, he's good, because--

He getting him a little.

You feel me?

That shit is nasty.

Right.

I'm not trying to deal with it.

That's crazy.

You ever feel empty?

Empty?

You don't like to talk
about yourself, huh?

What is it you'd
like to talk about?

Where are you from?

St. Louis, originally.

Miss G, I would have
came to class a lot more

if I had a teacher
to listen to my ideas.

You know, the problem
is with teachers,

they think the
students are empty.

Like a cup they have to fill.

But no one's empty.

How'd you get into jazz?

My dad.

Yeah, he loved it.

Our house was a library of old
books and old vinyl records.

And when I say old, I mean old,
because they were back then.

Yeah, he listened to everything,
but jazz was his main thing.

He would talk about
it all the time

and sometimes I would listen.

Was he a musician?

No, he was a preacher,
believe it or not.

So you grew up in a church.

I did.

Tell me about it.

Well, it was a small church,
the store front type.

It was in a strip
mall and my dad

was the type of preacher to
relate scripture to politics.

I remember one time this kid
got killed by a police car up

the street from the church.

Apparently it was a stolen car.

The community was outraged.

There were rallies and meetings.

And what do they do?

They get the old Negro preacher
to come and calm everyone down.

They got your dad?

Exactly.

I remember we were at a rally
and the newspeople second

camera in his face
and asked him,

do you expect this to
be a peaceful rally?

And he responded, no one can be
at peace unless he has freedom.

So you can imagine what
the people thought of that.

You know, a preacher that
condones violence and quotes

Malcolm X?

So your dad cared about people.

He cared about ideas.

What's going on?

Thanks.

So, does anyone
have any questions?

Anything you want to ask me?

Why haven't you asked
us why we're even here?

I know exactly why
you're all here.

You got that?

Got it right here.

Take it easy.

Can I see your ID please?

Yes, of course.

Maria Sanchez?

That's me.

Give me one moment,
I'll be right back.

OK.

In my experience, the greatest
criminals write the laws.

So the criminal justice
system is just that.

A criminal justice system.

It's the reason
why we're all here.

Any more questions?

You gonna let us
leave early today?

You still need to
present your idea.

Why do you care about
our ideas so much?

What's more
important than ideas?

Shit, money?

Why?

If I had money, things
would be different.

I could do what I want.

So money's your idea of freedom.

I'm not one to judge your
big ideas, ,,

but if that really
is your big idea,

then my question becomes,
how do you plan to get it?

OK, any more questions?

I guess it was meant for
me to be who I want to be.

Sky's the limit, don't
ever underachieve.

Go here, follow your dreams,
because I'm living mine.

Have more to want,
hustle real nigga grind,

and I can't stop now, I ain't
stopping and I never will.

The way my life going, shit
is getting really real.

Grind hard all week, that's the
need niggas get it.

Get you killed, jealous
yeah niggas gone,

hey, can't worry about them.

Excuse me?

Can I help you?

I need to speak to Nia.

Well, we're in the middle
class right now, so--

Don't make me have to act a fool
in front of all these people.

Let's step outside, Nia.

Can you just wait outside.

Hold on.

Can you wait outside, please?

Come on.

I need to step outside.

You don't want to
come out there.

Hip hop, mostly.

Like Mos Def, Fugees,
Outcast, older stuff.

Yeah.

That's what my little brother
listens to is '90s hip hop.

Well, what do you listen to?

I like my music.

Can you give me an example?

A whipping and
flipping the breaks,

you flipping and
stripping on dicks.

How is that motivational?

Because it's about grinding,
jerking, feeling good.

That's what's motivational.

Yeah.

Is it the beat or
is it the message?

The beat is just
part of the message.

Explain.

If you listen to it, the
cadence, the drums, the chants,

it sounds just like
African war drums.

Your offenders are
out there fighting.

But you shouldn't go out there.

(RAPPING) Got to fit
this tape together

in the 30 in the
so you don't

own the thing that's missing.

Got some shit they hit you
from your street

the Mississippi,
you ain't know my level,

I deserve a medal,

Be cool.

Be cool.

Oh, shit!

Hey, be cool.

All right, bra.

You want to fight, nigger!

(RAPPING) they can't
kill me 'cause I

long time ago.

Bitch, I got my own
money and I

I don't know the difference
paper

cut that's all I know.

And they can't kill me
'cause I already

I got my own money
and I

I don't know the
difference ..

OK you guys.

We're going to take
a 20 minute break.

I'm ready to present my ideas.

I heard about little homie who
got knocked down the other day.

I didn't even know
that was your partner.

I don't even like talking
about that shit, bro.

I'm going to keep it
100 with you, all right?

That's my little nigga.

Boy been on his own since
he was like eight though.

You know what I mean?

Pop is pimping.

Mom is hoeing.

Sisters, nieces.

I'm telling you, man.

Shit crazy, bra.

At the same time this is good.

It's good.

10 years old, bruh.

You know, bruh?

Ship is smacking out
here, bruh, you feel me?

and shit.

I heard.

I was right there
when it got them, bro.

What?

I was standing right
in front of of him,

like I'm standing in
front of you right now.

You seen that shit?

Some old bitch ass
gonna hop out of a little

, right?

Shot, bam.

Me and Wheezy froze, bra.

Everybody else running and shit.

You know what I'm saying?

But I'm still post
like this, you feel me?

They found 41 racks him.

And was like,
excuse me, ma'am, I

don't know what your son
was into, but here you go.

Handed it right
to the

That's fucked up.

They didn't do that
shit like that.

Man, just go put this shit--

Man, I know where
to keep it, bruh.

must think I'm a
or something, bruh.

You can't rob death, bruh.

You can't lick death.

You feel me?

On mommas, bruh.

You up in there in class, bruh.

Hey, but class in
session out here, bruh.

Hey, I'm 'bout to go knock
them niggas down, bruh.

On mommas, bruh.

Yo, I'm gonna holler
at you though.

I got you.

All right, bruh.

Something told me when that
bougie-ass teacher walked in

that something was that.

Even though he was hella calm
about the whole situation,

I really hope he don't
come back up here.

Man, what's up?

You good?

I'm fine.

What's really good though?

Why your ass been
looking all sad and shit?

What's going on, girl?

Is he coming back
up here or what?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I think he's in trouble.

Your boyfriend?

Yeah.

For real?

Why you say that?

Did something happen?

He came home fucked
up last night.

Fucked up like drunk and
high, or fucked up like, bro?

He was high.

He's all on these pills.

Don't be taking
them pills, Chico.

OK?

I ain't.

I mean, that stuff is dangerous.

But y'all sell it though.

But I said don't take 'em.

I heard you.

OK.

What you fixing to do?

Shit.

Fixing to go play 2K.

Oh.

It's for money.

Mm-hmm.

Well, can you at least
put some gas in my car?

For sure.

Hey, if I pay you can
you get me some act?

Have a nice day.

Bitch.

Bitch out here killing
a nigga high, boy.

I swear to god.

Two of them thangs.

I used to get codeine for
him, and he was selling it.

But then he started using it.

So I had to stop
stealing it for him.

Man, why you stopped?

Shit got old.

Fuck am I stealing for?

Every time I got a new
job it's the same thing.

When I worked at the
Cookie Cutter in the mall,

he wanted cookies.

When I worked at the health food
store, nigga wanted flax seeds.

Just dumb shit.

I had to stop because every time
I get home he was unconscious.

I don't know if he dead or what.

I don't want to be, like,
an accessory to murder

or some shit.

And now he all on
these fucking pills.

Man, what happened yesterday?

I told you.

He came home high, wrecked
my apartment throwing shit

everywhere.

Kind of like he was
looking for something, huh?

I couldn't understand
what he was saying.

That's how I know
he was on something.

It's like he was trying to say
something, but he couldn't.

He took my car keys.

Did he hit you?

No.

So why'd he come up here then?

He said he wanted to explain.

What'd you say?

I wasn't hearing his shit.

But he was really upset
about something else.

He wanted to know
how I got here now.

He was asking about you, Sean.

He was asking about me?

Were you talking about him?

I don't know that nigga.

He said something about
some dudes robbed him

from over here and
that you knew them.

Asking me if I knew
something about it like we

were working together,
like we were in on it.

Hold up.

In on what?

He said he got robbed?

Yeah.

$40,000, $50,000?

I don't know much he had.

Well, how much
money does he have?

What's that nigga's name?

Chiz Naulty.

But listen, how did you know?

You need to report
that motherfucking

car stolen, just in case that
nigga did something in it, boy.

For real though.

Did something like what?

Sean!

Sean!

That was weird.

Did something like what?

I don't know.

Let me get a dollar.

There's $0.28.

I can't get no wine with this.

Hey, T, I'm tired of
this motherfucking shit.

I ain't no motherfucking wino.

I can't tell.

You know what?

I remember your ass trying
to be a motherfucking

singer and shit.

You know what though?

You need to sing for this shit.

(SINGING) She's a queen to be.

Come on keep singing.

You want this wine don't you?

Sing.

(SINGING) She's a queen to be.

Bruh, when I said
class is in session,

I told you class is
in session out here.

Straight like that?

Straight Like that.

Aight, my dude.

Bitch know I was popping.

Then a bitch got the nerve to
go bad on them niggas though.

You feel me?

Ah, that was crazy, bruh.

I was through with it, boy.

Bruh, let's table about
some blush real quick.

Shit is good.

Shit Is good.

Aight, come on let's
get this stuff.

We out.

Aight.

Baby girl.

Many musicians gave themselves
so fully to this music

that it consumed them.

Some died young, others
burnt out and lost it.

Jazz is possessive.

Charles Mingus says,
on Colloquial Dreams

that he wakes up to jazz
music in the morning.

But his mom just couldn't see
it-- morning night or any time.

Until he played her some
Monk one night late.

He played her some Monk and now
Mom spends most of her nights

in Tunisia.

If you're ever fortunate
enough to hear jazz music,

maybe you'll hear Miles
playing the universe.

Or maybe, just maybe, the
universe is playing Miles.

OK, you guys, so
I have something

that might lighten the mood.

Our Sun-Son turned
in his "Big Idea,"

and it turns out
he can scribble.

Uh, what are you doing?

I really want to share
it with the class.

I think they'll like it.

What is it?

Well, it's a short story
that Sun-Son wrote.

And if it's OK with him, I'd
like to have the class read it.

I'll read it.

Perfect.

And I'd be glad to
read the other part.

I'll read it then.

Thank you.

OK, let's put the
desks in a circle.

OK, so let me explain
what's going on here.

Sun, here, is a traveled
writer in the fictional city

of Califunami, an ancient Roman
city perfect for a love story.

Now Nya is going to be
playing the waitress who's

been playing hard to get.

Sun has devised a plan
to get Nya to open up.

So I need Sanaa to narrate.

All right.

True to his form, the
writer who had been jousting

for the young woman's attention
for the past week, left a note.

It read--

I'm leaving in a day.

I would love nothing more
than a moment with you.

If you choose to
accept my invitation,

I'll be in the Calathea
garden, midday tomorrow.

If she accepted
his invitation, he

would offer her a
role in the play

he had created to seduce her.

Midday, she arrived in
the Calathea garden.

She sat next to
him on the bench.

He handed her a copy
of the manuscript.

She took it instinctively.

He began.

Honesty is a responsible tenor
for an intimate conversation.

The honest makes it intimate.

The vulnerability,
colored by passion,

it carried away on that riff.

The pleasure of being
overtaken, submitted

to an inflicting pain--

governed by a spirit
akin to that of madness.

You say love is what
gives life flesh.

But what do you know about love?

You're a writer.

Love is just a tool to you.

Enter the romantic.

He is the most
empty of them all.

If love could only fill the
chasm in man of a technological

age of sky-scraping buildings,
yet devoid of cabinets to file

his most ancient
records, he is lost--

restless, searching for algebra
or love to make him whole.

And I fear you're not a singular
menace, but the triumvirate.

There's no way I can fill you.

That wasn't my intention.

What are your intentions?

To feel you.

Oh, shit.

So it's like that then.

Hey, great job.

OK, you guys.

So we're gonna
take a lunch break.

But we're gonna stay in
here because I've provided

lunch for you guys today.

Aight, Miss G!

OK, you guys, here we go.

Ooh, thank you Miss G.

Kruma, good job.

You might want to save mine.

Nya, Sean, and Sanaa.

Thank you.

We love you, Miss G.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Congratulations, you guys.

Thank you so much.

Oh, Miss G, you didn't tell
us about your "Big Idea."

Well, today was my "Big
Idea," well most of it.

And since it's
your last day, I'm

going to let you
guys leave early.

Hey!

Hey!

I'm out.

But I never want to see
you at this capacity again.

You'll never see me again.

Bye, Miss G.

Bye, Miss G.

Bye, Nya.

Bye, you guys.

Take care.

You too.

Bye, Kruma.

I might get in
trouble again though.

I might need your number.

Bye, Kruma.

All right.

Hey, Miss G, I'm gonna add
you on Twitter and Instagram,

get your followers up.

What's your handle?

JazzyBell510.

Bye, Miss G.

Miss G was hella cool, man.

Miss G was bad, dude.

Kruma, you coming tonight?

You already know.

What you talking about?

To my apartment, fool.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

For sure, I'll be there.

How about you, Sean?

Are you coming?

If that's my
invitation, I'm coming.

Yeah, for sure.

For sure.

Aight, I'll text
y'all the address.

Just wait for it.

Y'all be good, man.

See y'all later, bye.

Aight.

Hey, what'd the detective
say though, bruh?

Bruh, they still looking
for the moetherfucking car.

But you know what?

She was at work when that
shit happened so she good.

She good.

But, ol' boy gotta
be done as fuck

to still be driving that car.

Bruh, dumb or crazy.

You don't wanna fuck with
that dumb shit, bruh.

You know that nigga
came back around here?

What?

You know what man?

I already forgot
about the nigga.

But look, I gotta catch mine.

Aight, be safe, bruh.

Aight.

What's up, man?

Hey, what happened
to Nya's boyfriend?

They say they found him.

Shit, that was quick.

His dumbass was
still in the car.

Are you OK?

Oh, shit!

Oh, Shit.

Sir, are you OK?

Oh, fuck.

I'm glad though.

I think Sean and them
was looking for him.

And not for no talking.

Man, I feel like if you
can't be with somebody that

could be in your corner
and ride for you,

you're better off
alone, you know?

That shit between Nya and
her boyfriend is crazy.

But that's some hella
typical ass shit.

Niggas these days out
here wanting to rob you,

pimp you, steal from you.

Miss G was cool though.

We could've got a real
bitch-ass teacher instead.

Man, I had this one teacher
in high school, Mr. Josiah.

Nigga was like Laurence
Fishburne in Higher Learning.

Kruma!

bruh, this nigga took
my whole rap book

and read it to the whole
fucking class and shit.

That shit was so embarrassing.

He was, like, the equation
to negative to minus.

But when I tell you this nigga
took and grabbed my rap book,

reading it so crazy.

This nigga was, like, 666
to the motherfucking dome.

That shit was so fucking
embarassing, bruh.

Man, this ain't working out.

Kruma, you what you
be thinking about?

When?

When you be looking at me.

Like you look now.

Shit, I just be wanting
to holler boo sometimes.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

Hate to see what you look
like when you're thirsty.

Can you get the door, please?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry about that.

What's going on?

Nigga, you short, bruh.

Yeah, bruh, we all came with.

We all came with.

Hi, are we together?

Oh, y'all ain't got no
boyfriend or anything?

No.

Y'all don't want one?

I been thinking about you
ever since we left class.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Wondered how you were doing.

You went looking for him?

What were you gonna do
when you find him, Sean?

Nothing.

Sean, the police
already got him.

So Nya seems to think--

Well, hold on.

Let me stop you right there.

It's best we won't even get
into those hypotheticals.

Well, I'm just saying.

No, I'm just saying.

What, you blame me?

Did you know about it?

No.

Aight now.

You ever think about the future?

Vaguely.

What does the future look like?

I'm hoping, you.

You ever wonder why I'm
even in this program?

Honestly, I never
thought about it.

Sean, look at me.

Tell me what you see.

Sex.

You not supposed so say that.

I can't see you from that angle.

Come here.

Now, tell me what you see.

I see myself.

Now, what you see in mine?

I see emptiness.

What you mad?

Emptiness?

You ever been in love, Sean?

Love?

Is that what you was in?

No.

I was more, like, in need.

In need of what?

Love.

Well, with me, all
my relationships

seem to end all of a sudden.

They don't fade.

They just end.

And then it's fucked
up when you think

you got a friend for life,
but then all of a sudden--

Miss Garcia always
talking about culture.

You know?

That's Miss Garcia.

Yeah.

It's got me thinking.

I want to change my
own personal culture,

stop being held up
by all this bullshit.

I want to focus my
energy on my rights,

because rights are liberating.

For instance, do I have
the right to be happy?

Do I have the right to be
loved and be mentally healthy

and have a fruitful life?

I don't know.

What you think?

I think you sexy.

To be honest, I started
dressing like this

to throw the police off.

You feel me?

Shit.

But now I find myself at the
library, bookstores, even

the art museum.

You know the difference between
me now and say 10 years ago?

What's that?

I hit the weed just right.

Is that all you hit just right?

I done learned a whole lot since
I started dressing like this.

Shit, I'm vegan now.

I read art and peace and shit.

I guess I'm just more
in tune with shit.

And shit, I mean, how many
niggas you know listen

to "Beet-hoven?"

Jazz is possessed by all of
the hands that have touched it.

It isn't good or bad.

And if we're honest,
we're not good.

We're not evil.

We're the persona
of the universe

that only mysterious
enchantment can articulate.

For me, jazz can never die.

It's too strong.

It's too rooted.

And as long as we need,
it it'll be here--

for us, in us.

It just beats, and beats,
and beats, and beats.