Here we go again!
The Urban Prophets lift our voices above chaos and decay, an uprising of ink and blood-letters. With our fists raised. With infinite love.
We are the (im)pulse/drive/instinct of life latent/dormant in the heart of our community, here we are interlocking our roots with it, blossoming in the insurgent fire of art. Transforming IT. Transforming US.
We grow intimate connections with reality -at times a harsh and toxic one-, we have to question everything, every day. Resisting the attack of this reality, revealing its mysteries, imagining new worlds.
We are the people, we are the Diaspora, we are the Mission, we are MAPP, we’re up in arms, we’re a collage, we’re a creative urge, we’re the voice in the streets they will never silence.
We’re living through times of crisis, surrounded by violence, and plagued by the tragedy of a fascist regime out of control and in power, and a global pandemic tearing apart the very fabric of our society, forcing us into isolation when we should be closer than