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🎶Ra Yasuke: season 1🎵 OUT NOW
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#rap #nerdcore #musicvideo #unsignedartist #ninja #newmusic #otaku #explore #explorepage

“Muse Energy” an excitable topic with Ra Nerdsworth and @emilieknowseverything
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#podcast #wisdom #philosophy #mentalalchemy #creator

Don’t call them “Mulatto.”
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#Comedy #Sketchcomedy #Funny #Blackcomedy # #Explore #explorepage

Has it been 7 months? Moving my family across the country has been truly one of the most challenging but at the same time enriching acts I’ve ever taken on. Without the grace, love and kindness of family, friends, brothers, and community, it would have been impossible, so thank you. In relocating, and rerooting, there is an absurd amount of experience to be processed, which leave minimal room for social performance, in an era where privacy is a luxury. We have yet to settle; we’re at a point of floating, not falling. I am hoping to use the summer, and focus on building something we can call our own. #explore #travel #motivation

🎵GERTRUDE - FEATURE PRESENTATION🎵
Full Music Video | @gertrudeforhire | #rap
🎤@nerdsworth, @lexingtontheproducer, @xpettyrichx
🎥 @jewarren92
🎞️ Amra
GERTRUDE is an organic gaggle of hip-hop nerds like no other, from across the U.S., and generations and walks of life, who just want to entertain and be good at what they do.
#explore #newmusic #vibes

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

There is something special about bringing the work back home 🔔.

After years of building on the West Coast, I’m finally settling back in Philly, and it feels like the right time for a portfolio refresh. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve been blessed enough to wear a lot of literal hats, but production-wise: actor, director, host, writer, producer, and creative technologist, photographer, ect, collaborating with companies and agencies on a global scale.

The Philosophy: "Learn the game, play the game, change the game".

I am happiest when I am dancing and shine brightest through creation, and I’m currently looking to bring this multidisciplinary lens to new teams and projects, both in-person and remotely. Let’s build something.

#PhiladelphiaCreative #CreativeDirector #PhillyCreator #PhillyTech #VisualStorytelling

DEC 18 - Time capsule alert: 15 years ago, Mahalo was trending; 13 years ago, Dope Zebra's YouTube Rewind was iconic; 10 years ago, Smosh Games ruled. Long ago, in a galaxy... somewhere.

DEC 18 - Time capsule alert: 15 years ago, Mahalo was trending; 13 years ago, Dope Zebra's YouTube Rewind was iconic; 10 years ago, Smosh Games ruled. Long ago, in a galaxy... somewhere.

DEC 18 - Time capsule alert: 15 years ago, Mahalo was trending; 13 years ago, Dope Zebra's YouTube Rewind was iconic; 10 years ago, Smosh Games ruled. Long ago, in a galaxy... somewhere.

I know a lot of you hate AI, for one reason or another, but I’ve been having a ball, crafting whole new realities. Add me on Sora 2 “Nerdsworth.” Invite and auto follow link in the doobaleedoo ⬆️

Needed a bit of extra #explore maneuverability around the neighborhood, runnin’ errands, preparin’ for this big move. Had to send out my Segway GT2, so @segwayus was kind enough to lend me their new #SegwayF3. I took it for a nice lil spin, and started to feel a bit of a rider’s high. Who woulda thought #RideSegway scootin’ would do it? 😆

Journey to Philly - UPDATE: By your grace and blessing, we’re clear of the three-day notice. As a family, we are infinitely thankful to you and your fundraiser donations. Along with that, we’ve cleared our first GoFundMe milestone; again, thank you! We’ve begun sorting to pack, and making arrangements to have our things transported to Philly. We’ll keep you updated on our situation as it continues to unfold. We really appreciate your donations, where you may not be able to donate, sharing is caring. From all of use, thank you.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

So, we just got a 3-day-notice… I am spiraling.

It takes time for me to ask for help. It’s a struggle. Once I muster up the confidence to reach out, I take the time to make sure to put quality effort into my request.

My lady and I, with our child, we don’t live beyond our means. We don’t own a car; we have no insurance; besides school, no external childcare; we keep the clothes we have in rotation for years; we don’t order out for food, we cook.

I think many of us feel we shouldn’t have to ask for help; a toxicity of ‘bootstrap individuality’. It comes with shame; so you keep your head down, nose to the grindstone, and hustle, and use the systems as they are designed to serve us as a society. We’re told if you just keep at it, it’ll work out; as if results are non-circumstantial. People cannot often see beyond their own projections; frequently reflecting that which was projected onto them; dismissing another person’s valid reason as a personal excuse.

I don’t often ask for help out of empathy; choosing not to be a burden. Likely a trauma reaction. Now looms the demon, ‘Eviction.’

When looking for work, in hopes of getting paid, we take on projects for free because others need to see what we’re capable of. We do it for ‘product’ that doesn’t pay our rent. We do it because we are capable, in favor, out of love… only to wind up exploited, underappreciated, underpaid, overlooked, and underemployed… victims of our own naivety. Yet still we move through hope, without spite.

Without a net, we maintained as long as we could in hopes that something could stick. Believing we could find a foothold on an incline, in a city on a decline. The mountain has crumbled and shifted far out of the favor of our efforts. I am asking for help, so we can get our feet back on the ground.

Help Ra, Cherry, and little Ma’at rebuild near family and community, returning home to Philadelphia after years of striving, learning, creating, and teaching in Los Angeles. 🙏🏿🙏🏼👧🏾

Our next step is clear: Philadelphia.
Philly is home — where family, friends, and community wait. It’s where Illadelphlave, my BBOY crew, began twenty-five years ago: a family of movement, resilience, and creativity. It’s where my grandmother still lives, in a home that has sheltered generations.

We're not asking for help out of pity; this is hope. Thank you.

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