(Originally written for New Street Poets, a spoken word play centered around 6 poets, whose venue known as Cafe Home was being targeted by developers for a series of new luxury condominiums. The poem references the Atlantic Yards Project in Brooklyn, NY and was first performed a few years before the Barclay Center opened. As a touring artist who travels outside the city often, loves poetry AND basketball I, like many of the people far more closely involved struggled with where I stood on all this)
So without further adieu a ditty
ditty dum ditty whooo!!!
Let’s get the show on the road people –
or maybe we should all stay here?
Wat up folks? When I say welcome…
I need y’all to say HOME.
Welcome Home. Welcome Home.
Welcome to the Safe Our Café Open Mic.
My name is Spot.
Not like the dog, but like the little red dot.
Whaddya want from me, my dad drove a 7-up truck and me being a performer and all
I guess the name just stuck?
Anyway, our usual host
couldn’t be here this morning,
so they asked me to be today’s AIR Jordan.
You know, like Mike. If I could be like Mike.
Like Mike if I could be like Mike
Tyson, I’d punch the clock out
not Robbin Givens,
giving us a little more time
to settle this banana split decision.
Gnawing the ears off of all those in power
who refuse to listen.
I’d box bulldozers
and not heavy weight to take action.
You know like Mike.
If I could be like Mike
Maybe I’d stop monkeying around,
try to heal the world
starting with this town
make it a better place,
for you and for me
and the man behind the man
in the mirror’s face,
tracing it’s slow development
into A doctor of evil
who everyday, like Mike,
chases out the black
white or brown people.
Like Mike. If I could be like Mike
I’d hire a team of sharks
with friggin’ laser beams
to stop this involuntary land-slaughter.
What’s next? To seize the seven seas
and start building above the water?
Not even Bugs Bunny needs
24 Karat diamond studded rugs.
It ain’t gonna work
kicking cats out their flats
onto sailboats and subs.
We need more affordable housing
in the places we still love!!!
Now, I may be always on the road,
but this walking contradiction
has slowed to a stop.
No more twos and threes and fours,
by day’s end
I ain’t moving from this one SPOT.
Vying to hold on to the scene,
remember everyone’s trying to grab a piece of the py
except nobody fool’s
The man demands
to let’s keep Nets
to just fishing boats and tennis stands
and not cart the Carters and Kidds
away from the Meadowlands.
You do realize the rat gets all the cheese
in this warped business plan?
They wanna sky high-rise
like Mike and outer-Space Jam.
Move shooting-Starbucks from Mars
to park our cars on Pluto
where the eminent domain event
is kicking out the poor with sumo judo,
pissing me and everyone else off
like NUMERO UNO!!!
So from now on, let’s party on dudes,
Stick our tongues out,
So when they crack the bat,
we can beat it bad,
like Mike like Mike like Mike
like a microphone.
I treble up, hold my ground and amplify
“Stay at home and home stays!”
Buyouts are bullshit!
true community’s what really pays.
Here’s the situation. Like Mike.
Don’t wait for further destructions
open the minds and flip the light.
Start switching and don’t sell yourself short
The wrecking ball is in your court.