Maybe

Maybe – Stream of thought ….

Maybe I grew up in a mostly Latino and African American neighborhood because that was where my parents could pay rent. Maybe they could only pay rent there because my parents immigrated into this country with only a bag of clothes. Maybe they worked 16 hrs a day 7 days a week in ranches cutting cabbage. Maybe they worked 2 or 3 jobs, and yet it was barely enough to get by. Maybe there was a crack house on the corner that not only served the junkies within the blocks, but the people who came in from surrounding suburbs to get their fix. Maybe the cops harassed the lady selling tamales and elotes outside the grocery store to feed her family, but never once pulled over the white gentleman who came to pick up his drugs in his Cadillac. Maybe that made me question the police and their morals. Maybe my father would get pulled over walking home after work at night because he looked suspicious. Maybe there was gangs in the blocks I lived in. Maybe I had to throw gang signs every time I walked past the corner, as I walked to my cousins house down the block, just to make sure I was clear to pass. Maybe I had to choose one of the gangs in my block, because I felt the need to feel safe when I walked my neighborhood. Maybe that was a bad decision. Maybe that wasn’t true. Maybe when my friend got shot and killed while he played basketball, the police never came. Maybe when my father was mugged at gun point, the police never came. Maybe when the gentleman who worked the grocery store night shift came out to throw garbage out and got shot in the head, the police never came. Maybe this made me feel like we weren’t worth their time. Maybe this made me feel worthless. Maybe this made me question the police. Maybe at 18 I smoked a joint. Maybe I had been asked to smoke hundreds of times before, and I had always turned it away. Maybe I finally made a decision as an 18 year old that I wanted to try it. Maybe that isn’t true. Maybe I have photos of me smoking a joint with a friend. Maybe I have a picture of me and my friend throwing a gang sign. Maybe that isn’t true. Maybe that was the reality I lived in. Maybe I knew there was more to the world, but at this moment I had to live in this environment. Maybe we did get out of this neighborhood eventually. Maybe my dad had a better job. Maybe I graduated high school. Maybe I graduated college with a BA and planned to go back for my masters.

Maybe a police talked down on me as I walked down the street with a friend. Maybe after all of the years of seeing the injustice going on in my neighborhood, I talked back to the cop. Maybe he didn’t like me talking back to him. Maybe there was an altercation. Maybe he shot me once. Maybe I ran. Maybe he kept shooting. Maybe I turned around and ran back because I figured this cop doesn’t stop shooting me, and from most of my experiences I’ve had, I’m really not worth much to him. Maybe let me fight with every thing I have at least. Maybe this isn’t true. Maybe he shot me once, I ran away, then when he continued shooting, I turned around, fell to my knees with my hands up. Maybe this isn’t true. Maybe I died on the street. This is true. Maybe the cop hasn’t been questioned or detained. Maybe I didn’t ask for people to protest my death. Maybe you’ll call me a thug. Maybe you’ll forget I was human.

Maybe we shook hands before. Maybe we talked and laughed before. Maybe you thought I was a good person. Maybe you didn’t know much about my past. Maybe I was left dead on the street. Maybe you’ll base all of your opinions on the pictures you saw of my past on TV. Maybe you’ll forget I was human.

The one thing I know for sure, is what side you will be on before a trial is even underway. You will be on your computer, calling me a gang banger, a thug and using every racist undertone that exists in your mind, but are too scared to let out on a daily basis. Thanks for letting me know where you will stand, if I were ever killed, shot 6 times in the middle of the street. Maybe.

– Navarro

New Music: Scheme – The Change (Glory) Remake

Scheme continues releasing remakes while working on his upcoming LP Pesos Turns to Dollars. This time around he creates The Change (Glory), which embodies everything the artist has experienced within the last 4 months, and also serves as a proclamation of what’s to come, both personally and musically.

 With this remake there’s a catch though; and it involves Scheme & DJ Scend‘s next Two Turntables and a Mic Series. The duo usually releases the name of the producer shortly before releasing a new series, but this time they are taking a different approach. The next producer for the TT&AM Series actually has co-production credits on the original beat for The Change (Glory). For Scheme & DJ Scend part of the fun in coming up with the TT&AM Series is the digging aspect of it. Having to go through beats of producers they respect and finding those gems; well known and underappreciated. This time they leave the homework up to you; listen to The Change (Glory) and figure out which producer has co-production credits on it, and then you’ll know who the next TT&AM Series producer will be.

 Expect a mixtape from Scheme & DJ Scend before the upcoming Pesos Turns to Dollars LP, and expect the next TT&AM Series even sooner.

CLICK HERE to DOWNLOAD The Change (Glory) via AudioMack

Video: Heaven Show Recap

A couple of weeks ago we performed at Heaven, a show put together by BBU at The Shrine in Chicago.

The show was a benefit for those who have lost a loved one due to the violence occurring in our city.

Below you can check out a recap of the show, as well as a very touching piece on the mother who received the money ($1,000) which was collected from the show; her son had been killed just days after the Heaven benefit show.

Situations like these are what really make what I do special. Being able to help someone, even if it’s just in a small way, truly means a lot to me. Knowing that my team and I did our part to help a mother in need is very special. We understand the issue at hand is much bigger than this, and I wish we could help stop the problem before it even occurs, but at this point we are doing what we can with what we have.

God bless that family, and all of those who have lost a loved one to these streets.

– Scheme