Haha…this is my homie right here. I know…she bad.

-Savage

blackdache:

quazimottoonwax:

::Sepsenahki:: by Quazimotto.On.Wax

Atlanta is really a small place.

I remember meeting her in Atlanta; in Little Five Points. I was walking down the street happily smiling but completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually smiling. We were about to past each other and we shared greetings. The she stopped just in front of me, stared kinda funny and said, “What you smilin’ at guh?!” I just burst into laughter and said, “I don’t know.” She replied, “Oh. You’re just happy then. That’s so cute! Have a nice day.” And we kept on walking. I remember thinking that was so weird. How often do I walk down the street smiling? How often does anyone walk anywhere smiling? I must have been a rare sight for her.

Months later, I’d run into Sepsenahki again in East Atlanta at an open mic (yes, I once went to those). She sang a blues song and tore the house down. I thought she’d sing something more granola or neo-soul but, no. She sang the hell out of an old blues song I only knew from when my Godfather got drunk and played his cassettes entirely too loud. She was alright with me.