Moving in Motion

Moving in Motion be that gospel from the gravel— a soul cry from Baltimore’s veins to the universe. Sedric spit pages like scriptures from the streets, where pain and love dance in timberlands and gold teeth. This ain’t no Hallmark rhyme—this that real, raw, risen. Where legacy echo loud, and self-love be the mission. Each bar a heartbeat, each poem a sermon. Motion don’t stop—this book be the movement.