He was so fresh and so wise and so personable. His sweater fit his biceps so right. His voice was so soulful and smokey. He carried himself with the pent-up wisdom of Maya Angelou. He spoke of passions, of perseverance; adversity and success. He stirred us to move and urged us to pray. Intermittantly he dropped a freestyle or two and we snapped and swayed and bobbed our heads like a charmed cobra in a trance. He was… unforgettable. *SIGH*
Common Came to OUR School!
