Lakers Win Game 3!!!!

Lakers Win Game 3 Of The NBA Finals On Boston's Home Floor. Kobe Was Doing Well But The X-Factor Of Game 3 Hands Down Was None Other Than Derek Fisher!!!!! If YOu Missed The Game Please Few What Happen.

Ray Allen Was Ice Cold Tonight Only Scoring 2 Points In Game 3.

WHO WILL BE THE NBA CHAMPIONS???? Looking Like LA Has It So Far

Final Score: 91-84

Lakers Lead 2-1

Urban Voices Heard Poetry/Open Mic Showcase

Urban Voices Heard Presents "WRITE OUT LOUD"

Host: John "Chance" Acevedo

Z'novia's Restaurant
888 B Grand Concourse @ 161st | Bronx, NY 10451

Take the train 4, B, D
Bx1 bus to grand concourse
Across from the court house


Featuring for the month of June :

SoSoon
www.sosoonmusic.com

James "SoSoon" Gantt


SoSoon AKA the Sound Of Something Out Of Nothing is a Queens born emcee who's brand of music focuses on heavy use of imagery to depict the stories of metropolitan cities all over the world. Inspired by the diversity of early to mid 90’s Hip Hop, SoSoon’s drive as an emcee is to create a balance between the subgenres of Hip Hop, while showing the world outside of New York exactly what lies in between the two extremes that most emcees direct their focus: the realities and perils of living in a state of poverty, and a life of excessive wealth. From his director’s chair, SoSoon pans the camera, peeling away the glamour of both the ghetto and glamorous imagery, to uncover what it is really like to live in New York.

theMarXman
www.themarxman.bandcamp.com

Check out music by theMarXman by clicking on the link to his page on the fb invite. His album is ready to be downloaded for free.

See what these two Men will be bring to the mic in June


Special drink and food menu

Admission $5

From 5 to 8pm
Every 2nd saturday June 12, July 10, August 14

Contact Latanya Devaughn 646-401-2815 or urbanvoicesheard@gmail.com

Poetry open mic and showcase

P.S: We will also be celebrating the 20th Birthday one of Urban Voices Heard's own:

Samson!!!! (Me)

Urban voices heard Presents "WRITE OUT LOUD"

See You There!!!!

Song Of The Week: Fireworks *Drake Ft. Alicia Keys*

Real Nice Joint.

NBA FINALS 2010!!!!! Take Your Pic

Take Your Pic LA or Boston
I Got My Choice Of Course...
The Lakers Are My Favorites

Kobe Is Hungry For This Ring!!

Poetic Kobe (Free Write)

*The Lakers Do It Again...and
Someday I Will Be The Kobe Of My Writing
Dropping Buckets Of My Knowledge On A Nightly Basis
Soaking Up The Crowd With A Tsunami Of Words,
Thrashing Against There Brain Cells
Than I Will Slam Dunk A Poem Down Their Throats And Tell Them To Swallow This Talent
Analyze My Work Like Basketball Reruns Of Tapes So You Can Then Master These Plays
Call Me A Triple Threat The Way I Run This
Triangular Offense Resembling That Back In The Day Trade
Importing and exporting our goods
To Score Within The Baskets Of Our Stomachs
I'm Hungry For This WIN
Willing To Run, Shoot And Steal
For A Meal
I am prepared at all times
They gave Me the #24
Symbolizing How Many Hours I Put In To Prepare For This War
I'm At The Playoffs Of My Life
Never Going Down With Out A Fight
Writing Until My Hands Break
Leaving My Wrist Lynched like that 3 point shot symbol
Pride Rolls Off That Ball, Everytime I Let A Shot Off With My Lyrical Pistol
Lights... Camara... ACTION
Reality Is Flashing
Within The Digital Lends Of My Pupils
So Make Your Dribble
Make sure that the handle is handled well
Remember I am Hungry don't make me take any of your cookies
Turn You Over Like Uncooked Pancakes
The Black Mamba Is A Venomous Snake
Crossover To The Wrong Side, That'll Be Your Fate
If You Plan To Attempt Make Sure You Aim High
A Floater To The Sky That Maybe God Will Put In His Hands and Bless You
With The Luck To Score
Go Ahead And Miss, I Will Catch That Board
Bang Your Ego Against The Head Board Of This Court
I Put Players To Bed Outhere
This Is An Assains Game
You Could Be Left As A Deadball
Don't Step Yourselve Out Of Bounds
When The Rock Is In My Possession
I Will Teach You A Vocal Lesson
Just Wait...
Wait As The Clock Is Winding Down
I Want To Be The Go To Man
The One Who Holds All The Pressure Like Congested Pipes
This Fight Relys In My Mind
4...3...There Is Not Much Time, 2...1
The Game Against My Brain Has Been Over
These Words Of Mine Still Remain Victorious
Just Call Me The Poetic Laker
Nice Try

I'll See You Next Game Son.

Beauty (FREE WRITE)

Beauty is in the eye of the be holder...
I just wish that the be holder was yourself
Maybe than you could realize how Beautiful you truly are
Your covering Your greatness In a body bag
Your confidence has been a victim of homicide

I ask myself why, why are you doing this to yourself
Don't you understand that your pupils are constellations of stars
I see the light in you!
The inherent capacity for coming into being
Your existence has a stronger presence then the man I serve
The mirror must be fogged up by your self-esteem
Your incapable of viewing the reflection
The reflection of the goddess on the other side of that glass

I have practically turn Muslim praying to your heart 5 times a day
Please tell me, tell me that you hear me!!
Remove these cement cinder block meteors holding you back
These demon puppeteers are creating your movements for you
Interrupting your main line
Theirs no room available for you to wire tap into your soul
To guide you & help follow that north star
To bring you out of this pitched out tunnel

See, i tried but I can't do everything for you
I can only be your transit map showing the subways directions
But only you can take the next step and hop to your destination
I can't push this train empty, its up to you if you wanna aboard
Your mind has been electrocuted, by the 3rd rail that it has stopped you
Perhaps if that electricity could shock you much harder
You just might revive from your old life
Resurrecting you into your angels mind-state
No-more will these demon be your conciseness

(To Be Cont'd...) Will Be Complete Soon...