He spoke a totally different language than I do. It was English, but he talked about coming to steal from the hoity upper class artists, to bring stuff back to the hood. He kept calling himself lower class, despite me telling him about “Namaste”… that my spirit sees his spirit… and that there’s no reason to think we’re “inferior” or “superior” to each other.
He showed me video of him working with celebrity musicians and I assured him that we all equals, yet different… that we need each other like puzzle pieces.
I also told him that it’s not stealing if I give it freely as a gift.
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