Lyrics: Mi Guayabera verse 1a

This time around

The name is U Z, babe, and

I’m a star

In another day and age

I’d overthrow the Amistad

I ain’t here to give ya something to idolize

Bottom line:

Devil always modernize

So God always got hotter rhymes

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RECAP:

All Images and Art: U.S., Alberto Rivera on May 17th 2016.

Reach U.S. at (415) 866-3250.

UZ@allthenticrecords.com – PartsofHow.com

On Ectocannabinoid Pathways and Systems

From an online conversation with an ambassador at Eaze. It sparked an idea for how to structure an herb collective.

Considering “God makes it grow”, to quote the apostle Paul, the customer service element becomes super important. Good clean medicine is good clean medicine.

Best way to have consistently excellent good treatment of customers is if your people aren’t faking how they treat PEOPLE, not a “customer” per se. Obviously, with a collective, it is logical for staff to treat everyone who signs up as least as well as their own colleagues AND their “boss”, it being a collective.

That’s all about respect the same way clean properly prepped cannabis medicine is.

Hopefully we’re seeing people choose us again, as businesspeople and as service and experience providers who hit it off with someone who sought service and a positive experience.

So… (coda/idee fixe) …

From an online conversation on Meetup with an ambassador at Eaze. It sparked an idea for how to structure an herb collective….

Haven’t looked into what an ambassador does at eaze. Ah well. .. but nah, if i put in codes you tell me are for 1st timers, it might look to them like I’m snaking. Meanwhile, they’re not always clear these promotions are for new customers. Neither are their ambassadors, i guess. Even me – my account has gotten locked by them before.

God forbid they think i’m tryna get over on them, when they just have to train their staff to communicate (market/push) the promotion better.

Or God forbid they manage to think i’m tryna rob them… when they’re giving the damn weed away.
Ya know what i mean?

Cuz, yo, it’s obvious these ppl making $$. Another way to say it is: it’s obvious this is a smart industry to get into now.
I would have a service that sponsored events and even txted members to find us at events for “member services”, knowing the production costs – with all the help of technology on yields and connection – are often less than the unit price we pay (often $50 an 1/8th ounce).
The membership could be the delivery team, with shared outreach components to ppl w/ limited mobility. As it grows, more strains, more real estate if members put 2 plants aside for all, more convenience, access, $$, weed (read: cannabis), and health building outside of a doctor’s office. What y[‘]all think?

There’s a lot of folks, like Eaze, working to get to people with reasonably priced herbs timely. The advancing technology and deepened knowledge base after almost 20 years with full state support pushes grow costs down and store-grade yields up.

If your grow costs drop over time without a storefront and IF (big if, fine) you deal with collective members NOT as customers, but as collective_members/community members/neighbors/fellow advocates_citizens_activists_patients/friends/”family” – then the costs would drop for all, since there’s no one to be greedy to in a collective arrangement.
(certainly, applicable to American life as a collective conceived in liberty with the idea that all are created equal)

Below’s an email from when my trouble started… cashing in a code someone handed me at Carnaval that weekend… Super cool serv too: it says in the email.

They blessed me one day with a little handful of herb, had clearly visible shirts (blue, with eaze written on them), and stayed in sight of me, their customer by proxy. I have my rec, but I thought it – and told them so that day –  just good business and great care (not voyeurism or inventing babysitting out of delivering weed) of your business model and investment – know your membership, because you already know the value of the group you represent as you approach people and they choose to do business with you –

AND smoke the same weed as you, probably.

Life is more intimate, and offers this opportunity to care more palpably and non-industrially, with nature we share together.

Need to Go Back to Brooklyn

2 years ago, I was squatting in the house I grew up in, in East New York. I’d lost my house key visiting rebuilding New Orleans.

A cousin I grew up with ended up inviting me to stay with him and his girlfriend in San Francisco. I went, planning to use my unemployment to move forward with my life – have a key to a place again.

Turned out his girlfriend didn’t even live there. One day, he disappeared on me. When I asked him why later, he told me he thought i would immerse myself in the rich culture of La Mission.

He had asked me to be an honored guest at a school he taught at, but disappeared again a couple days later, and left town.

I was forced to stay on the street. Once at the Embarcadero, tourists were photographing me. I asked them, “yo, what you takin a picture of?” The guy said, “oh, my rivera.” This was right around Xmas 2010.

I’d see this called cousin in the time after. He always wanted a hug.

At the same time, all this wild shit started happening in the world. I did my best to build with people and stay vocal visible and keep vital and sane while living in shelters and the street in SF.

Didn’t get murdered, much as that was a real ass possibility more than a few times.

Did get arrested, attacked, jumped and institutionalized a few times.

California not so different from New York.

Then people started to say I was a cop.

Which still, honestly, due mostly to personal experience, I consider an insult.

It hurt to hear, shitty as cops been to me.

 

I am getting a sense now that there were real problems or something here, perhaps.

I believe that.

California’s not so different from New York.

I want to go home.

I need help. I have no money.

Please e-mail me.

Whoever goes thru my e-mail will hopefully leave it in my inbox.

 

 

 

God. Damn.

I asked Jah help me with 4 things

have sex fuck make love

n see my kids

 

i need wop, hunh?

not a hot one

or for none to hot up

Jah son

pa llegar a terminar que basta?

 

Sore for soul needs

swoll purple lips

and gold weed

 

neck suckin

neck bites

orgasms

fuckin up your left-right

 

only me n you

lose ya mind

ya keys

a shoe

 

it’s a lot Jah ask

 – no ting to heat up

give me hot hands

 

for where they

n the bottom of ya back

lock at

no one to growl at her

to rock back

God. Damn.

A Bosses’ Life

So, to repeat

fuck the beef

you see a boss, cuz –

don’t even suck your teeth

a menos que es un beso –

something sweet

never take a man who made a stand as something weak

I have shaken hands with the O’est G’s

their queens don’t even notice me

What they say?

They wouldn’t even want me holdin heat

it might empty out the gold in me

Knowing that,

when anyone has goaded me

I gots to chill

people roll with me

God-given mission –

can’t no man see

but Jah known from

San Jo’ to Mozambique

Grown-man stee

There be times I wish I didn’t care what happens to you

when I am alone

as the flag on the Moon

as the linen sitting up in Lazarus’ tomb

as the nearly extinct animals that live in the zoo

as alone as the azurest blue

So,

just so y’all know

I keep a stethoscope

pressed to our soul

checking where U.S. gonna go

no, not how you think –

but yeah, I’m po’

tirandome piedras

pa si yo ladro

tomar lo mio p’al de ellos

lo mio catcho

Preste Oido –

cual de mi lanzo?

Ay de mi?

Ya no.

 

Hardly tried to sell the Word to y’all

I don’t even want to misspell a word at all.

Fuck the beefso…

Fuck the beef

son, my sleep so good

suck the sheet

i’m lookin at above

and the underneath

boss ladies never scummed a G

that last sum shit i wrote

this a fuckin free

shit my name

have me broke

but i’m fuckin free

the Earth’s maker say what up to me

they tell these fake fucks

Mush and Be

Tengo poco fe?

ta bien –

just the size of a mustard seed

Politiicians always goin slingin mud at me

that only gonna make me a mustard TREE!

 

i aint gon assume why these beauties stare

pero, mami, denme un idea

i raise my flag

n i left it in the air

clock is tickin –

lemme leave it there

 

US, The MC

This the god

i wanna fuck witcha titties til the nipples pop

Like this year’s fall grapes

Ya shirt got words?

I see all shapes

I’m seein red

not blues, babe

I make it stink

not lose shape

Real broke

anterior cruciate

that’s why i eat pussy like a blue plate

sheeit,

that prove fate

‘specially if she had my shit rock since Clue tapes

 

Y que apesta?

Embuste

pa’ mi tu vino bien dulce

Sabor a cola

Aqui quiero trago

o rompemos radiola!

Ponme las canciones de la reina Abiola

y quien me vio perder

que me ve ahora

Parece que me ha llegao la hora

Ten –

dej’me desnudarme sin el porro en la boca

un toque – sopla

y luego,

contigo bajo colcha

Don’t Call it A Dream

Written to the end loop of Vitamins and Minerals. Produced by KGEE.

 

Conyo

When i rap

you gotta listen what I’m tunya

Esto si se pone para hacerse un pornos

Esto no se pone para go tirar punyos

I can’t hate/ain’t gay, dude –

you look like me

Ya hair OK, girl –

you look like weeed

you dont wanna talk?

here’s a book by me

And even if you don’t know

 – learn to cook by me.

But do me one favor….

 

don’t call it a dream.

What can’t you tell me?

Can’t nobody tell me ainno Hip in my Hop

I found I was respected round the world

 – once i got out the block

 

They gave me mad space

nobody knew me, though

talkin bout “Blimey!

Julio is moody, yo!”

 

G-O-D lemme see what it is Moody’s know

the shit nobody ever say up in the studio

What? We tear up each one some or

we makie new the home?

Cuz how much bricks and windows could a dualie hold?

Do you think that’s your neighbor –

or do you truly know?

Where my money?

Where my baby boobies go?

 

This is not a movie, no –

Tell me whatcha doin’, O

Any good news?

Anything, uh – New in O’?

All I do is Hope

it is a state most beautiful

Has D.C. decided to lead us

or be rulers, tho?

I dont wanna spew insult

I hand a Cherokee a twenty,

what it do to his soul?

 

And me homeless –

wit a play and a movie, though.

 

No,

Can’t nobody tell me ainno Hip in my Hop

n them scratchies

on Mam n Pappy’s?

I think of Kristallnacht

I aint popped too much Cristal –

nah

That shit get you angry

dat dont get U high