Blought #10: 'Young Langston Arrives'


The name 'Young Langston' to me means creativity and legacy. It's a Cleveland brand of a legenday name and future representation.

This new banner is the perfect way for me to describe my writing. The black is simple while the font style shows the natural flow a writer feels while writing.

I don't want to be him, I'm me. But I can use him as a template for my digital reincarnation of what I believe is Cleveland Literature.

Blought #9: 'Damn, Shit Done Changed'

A bout a week back I ran across a meme on Facebook that had Biggie sitting down in a chair with his head leaning up against his arm. Biggies natural sleepy expression was used to convey the message of the meme that said something to the tune of “How it feels listening to Hip-Hop today”. I classify myself as a lover of various forms of Hip-Hop. I can listen Rick Ross, Common, Pharcyde, Lil B (yes, the Based God entertains me), Joey BadA$$, Mac Miller and just about any other major or underground rapper out there. Hell even G Eazy has a song I enjoy.

For some reason some faux black elitist crowd has begun to surface around social media over the past few years. They disregard the most current urban of Hip-Hop like Rick Ross and Lil Wayne and call it trash. What they fail to realize is that Hip-Hop is entertainment.


My comments on the photo were as follows:

“This right here, bullshit. Old heads piss me off hatin on present day rap. If you don't like it don't listen. New music isn't suited for you. Its for the 13 to 21 demo who actually drives the market. A true lover of Hip-Hop love it all from Kool Moe Dee to Weezy F to Drake to even Lil B. If you a old head STFU and keep bumpin Del or L or whoever. Hip-Hop don't grow up but people do. Let the youngins enjoy the Nae Nae. Just cause you reminisce over Yo! MTV Raps and the baggy ass pants doesn't give you the right to hate on the younger generation. Cause the same niggas you hail is the same askin the new cats for a beat or feature cause they style got played. Love the art and culture, not just a time period.”

My older cousin Vern dropped a rather lengthy comment in response to my conversation with a Facebook friend over the matter. I consider Vern the Dr. Dre to my Eminem when it comes to my taste in Hip-Hop. The bond we shared over early Kanye, who is Vern’s age, gave me an understanding of the art, culture and history behind this beautiful black art form. His comments were as follows:

“There is an interlude on the beginning of 'Things Fall Apart" (I believe), where a dude talks about black music, and Hip hop being sold as a disposable product to the masses, and not consumed like a product that has staying power, or art that lasts. I feel a lot of current music fits that description. Hip-Hop seems to do this more so than any other genre. I listen to hella new artists if they can pass my test of quality, lyricism and beats. Many of which Brendan has put me on to.

So I truly do love when a Joey BadA$$, or Underachievers, or Alex Wiley, or Chance, or Mac Miller does his/her thing. I love the way some of these youngins' are doin new shit while giving a nod to old heads like me. I also love me some Drake, and a few other mainstreamers on certain tracks as well depending on my mood. Mainly because I was a teenager during the mid 90s when lyrical and more musically complex hip-hop took off, that's what I tend to and tend to gravitate towards so I still enjoy goin' to Raekwon, Souls, & Del shows.

But back to my first point about the quote on the Roots album. I feel as though hip hop is pushed out in such a high volume today that it is not given a chance to be consumed like 'art' or quality product just like so much other music today. It seems like it's all about "What's hot now" or for the next 3 weeks before whoever drops next. Drake's 'Back2Back' was some of the coldest diss bars I've heard in a while. In a month, people won't speak of it again.

Not to get all 'Phonte-on-A-Rap-Bulletin-board' but back in the 90s you wouldn't bat an eyelash if your favorite crew or rapper took 2-4 years to drop their next joint. Once you would get it you'd bask in that release and listen and memorize, accordingly. Now I know itunes, Spotify and digital distribution has changed the way we listen to music, but when cats are putting out so much music at such a high rate it becomes disposable.

People don't have to cherish it anymore because something new is going to come out soon. To paraphrase Jimmy Iovine, "The game was changed when CDs allowed you to put 80 minutes of music onto one disc. NO ONE has 80 minutes of good music in one span of time..'. When I first started following Hieroglyphics, I listened to and memorized every bar of '93 til Infinity, because that was all I had growin' up in Cleveland Heights. Four years later when I stumbled upon a used copy of Del's 'No Need for Alarm' It was like I was Kim Jong Un finding some Yellow Cake Uranium. It was literally treasure.

Now that we can have whatever we want when we want it, music is simply different. Sadly Hip-Hop seems to be the most affected. I will never trash Hip-Hop over all. And I have never said or felt like it's "dead". It is evolving and must evolve to survive. We can't only say it's only "young music", because then it's relevance will surely die just as people age. If there's whack shit out there I just don't listen. But I know there's a place for it. All of it fits into the ecosystem. Plus without whack rappers, there'd be nothing for the Beasts to feast on.”

Let me wipe my eyes. That was fucking beautiful. *Sniff Sniff*

Somewhere between the monopolization of the music industry and the commercializing of Hip-Hop, the culture grew exponentially as the music began to lag behind. Now every rapper sees himself as an entrepreneur versus an artist. J. Cole gets so much love because he’s extremely passionate about his craft versus getting a shoe deal or big brand endorsement. There’s nothing wrong with running that knot up but like the Beastie Boys said, “Too many rappers and still not enough emcee’s.”

"Crows on the Line" Photo by Daivon Shepherd

‘When the Crows Come Home’ is a collection of my thoughts of the hood from a more humble and grown up Brendan.  The book opens with the line “There will always be blood on the leaves as long as there are crows in the trees". This was a play on the lyrics of Billie Holiday’s 1939 song titled ‘Strange Fruit‘.

The song was originally a poem written by a teacher by the name of Abel Meeropol. The poem was published in 1937 during the era of Jim Crowe when the lynching of African Americans was a regular occurrence especially in the southern states.

As I finished the short collection I struggled to find inspiration for a cover. Almost naturally I thought of finding a picture of an actual crow. I never liked that idea and decided to ask a child hood friend of mine to help me find an inspiration. Then my vision became realized.


My friend and photographer Daivon Shepherd had taken some photos earlier that morning. When he came by later that day he showed me several photos that were stunning to say the least. There was one particular photo of  a deer standing in front of the brick frame of an old and decayed three story apartment building located in an abandoned area of East Cleveland. The building was covered in vines and looked like the set of  an episode from AMC‘s ‘The Walking Dead’.

I was in awe as he continued to flip through all of his pictures until I saw the one of several pairs of sneakers thrown up on power line. The symbolism of the image was obvious to me. In urban America throwing a pair of sneakers onto a power line is a symbol of remembrance. The shoes usually belong to a deceased member of the community commonly caused by black on black violence.

The ideas are related to the sentiments that the effects of Jim Crowe have created the societal factors symbolized by the many themes explored in ‘When the Crows Come Home’.

Strange fruit in the trees as described by Abel Meeropol are black men or crows in my case. The blood on the leaves is from the crow. The tree symbolizes all of the societal traps the hood can ‘hang’ a crow by. As long as the crows are in the trees there will continue to be blood on the leaves. And in remembrance of the fallen crow his shoes are tossed onto a power line.

'Papers' from 'When the Crows Come Home'

When the crows come home
We get high my nigga

When the crows come home
We drink dark French liquor

When the crows come home
It’s like fam got back together

When the crows come home
My heart feels better

When the crwos come home home
Lil niggas got they pops

When the crows come home
We need a red carpet for the block

'Contraband' from 'When the Crows Come Home'

Contraband got him shoes
Contraband stashed in his sock
Contraband paid his momma rent
And got his little brother an XBOX

Contraband bought diapers
Contraband cause fights
Contraband got you a new whip
And keep you up at night

Contraband got you a quick buck
Contraband was the plan
Contraband ain’t no way to live
And it didn’t last

'Gotta Do Better' from 'When the Crows Come Home'

You shouldn't yell" free my nigga"
Instead we should be promotin "teach my nigga"
Take yo son hand
And not a key my nigga
Now we wearin orange jumpsuits
Cause the lick was sweet my nigga
I understand the man don't like us niggas
But why we gotta keep addin to the problem
Cause then we gon keep bein niggas

'Rappers' from 'When the Crows Come Home'

Look at these rich pampered niggas
They all claim to be the realest
You wouldn’t be authentic
Even if the US Mint made ya
Counterfeit thugs got famous
Cause Atlantic or Def Jam pay ya
Like Africans sellin Gucci
Y’all just a bunch of fakers
And Capitol just want capital
Cause once that cell or casket closed
That’s when ya album chart and go gold

'When The Hens Roost' from 'When the Crows Come Home'

The sun ain’t hit the top yet
And the birds out chirpin’
Mr. Farmer just finished his joe
Time to get workin

Had a steer pullin a plow
And the dog herdin his sheep
Mr. Farmer went to the coop
And couldn’t believe what he didn’t see

Not a hen was there
And they hadn’t laid any eggs
“I done lost to a goddamn coyote”
Then an idea popped into his head

If they ain’t in the coop layin
Or walkin around outside
They probably sittin somewhere talkin
Guess I’ll give them some time