Sunday, July 29, 2018


 If there are 8 million stories in the naked city then Harlem has a million of them.

THE DISS  ---  Listen to a small time drug dealer as he makes a name in the crack game. He will soon   learn that it’s not what not what you do that matters, but what you say that does.

.HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS--  Then there’s the rehabilitated writer who returns back to Harlem a place where his past and present collide and only he can tell the difference. Unbeknownst to him he is about to write his greatest work – his life.

WHERE IS THE LOVE --  Hear the voice of the talented photographer tormented by artistic obsession and carnal desires.  He encounters a mysterious woman who reveals the  one thing both have tried to avoid -- the truth

JAZZ IS HIP HOP --Then there’s the jazz connoisseur who watches with apprehension as the young rapper moves into his building. This sets into motion a chain of events, which proves change if even not welcomed is inevitable

These are some of the voices of men who scream because they can’t be heard.

read an excerpt of THE DISS



Here is something you can’t understand; I could just kill a man. Al turned the radio down, and looked directly in the man‘s face and said, ―Let me make this shit clear, cause obviously you ain‘t hearing me. I don‘t take no fucking change, go somewhere and turn them pennies into dollars before I put my foot up your ass. The man‘s body cowered with the delivery of each word. Al‘s point had hit home. Turning back up the radio, he watched the man meekly walk away. Al thought to himself, ―who ever made this crack shit, was brilliantly evil. It made men  leave their families, wives became 2-dollar hoes, and friends would kill friends -- all for the love of this little rock.      He
knew the man would be back, after all he was a crack head and Al had the best crack on 132nd street -- Green top. The day had been good. He had rocked about three grand and he only had to diss two people.  First the young boy who
obviously forgot where he was and who he was dealing with, trying to sell red top on his corner. Saying ―he didn‘t know anybody was clocking there. When I told him to bounce the little nigger got indignant.    Talking bout, it‘s enough for all of us to get paid.  Al liked his heart and if he didn‘t have pressing matters, he would take him under his wing, but now was not the time for him to be a teacher.
―Little nigger you better take your ass home and play with your Lego‘s and while you at it put a towel behind your  ears cause you dripping wet, I been out here hustling before your mother and father met. Al could see tears in the boy‘s eyes. He knew he had broken his spirit. But he admired the way he sucked it up and didn‘t let his boys see him rattled. The second was the fool that had just stepped to him with pennies. Taking a deep swallow of his soda, Al surveyed his environment, two bodegas, one number hole, a coke spot, abandon buildings, a courtyard and the projects. Skinny Tony owned the first bodega. He was an Italian cat who swore he was black. Wore jewelry down to his stomach, and was always slapping five with the brothers. ―What‘s up my niggers, ―What‘s up my niggers? At the same time, he would turn around and sell you moldy ass bread, and green meat. He was a piece of work. Al still couldn‘t get over the way Tony dissed him when he wanted to set up shop outside the store. ―I know you not selling that dope outside my door, no dope outside my door; take that shit back to the projects!

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