{Verse 1} – Alpha Brown Sitting in this third place working on my second Summarising stories of my troubled adolescence Recognising local faces finding purpose in their present Making conscious effort to support our independents Sharpening my pencil with my mentors in youth centres These connections fundamental to develop our potential Asking questions, learning lessons and changing our perceptions A poet’s search for parents is lost in every orphaned sеntence I dream about thеse streets my inspirations avant-garde Sights of town square, local markets, city park and boulevard Spaces of the everyday where people come to be a part of Homegrown, people-owned, works of art Where we gather to reflect, recover and restore Escape from our landscape and balance out our thoughts I’m writing for the cause to find peace within this war Then start a revolution in these four humble walls {Hook}– Alpha Brown Third place is heart of the community Where people learn and love in shared unity X2 {Verse 1 Continued} – Alpha Brown It’s the hub of the neighbourhood To cultivate the greater good A place to discuss, debate, create and become Where the youth grew up and filled their souls Gold weighing down on the shoulders of the road Now all our public spaces have been Sold to the highest bidder Seven figure, never been here Green to grey, our nature littered Middle finger those who live here All our voices made a whisper Burst the bank to flow the river Drown us out with city slickers Shallow swimmers Now we’re touching at a distance Stranger’s victim in a system With no empathy to listen They divide our commonality Our habitat in atrophy All on us to plant the seeds Restore our streets diversity Our playground of democracy {Verse 2} - Sipho Eric Ndlovu It was written But mine was amazon delivered - the message, in book form, no Grandmaster A different sentiment in a setting that we be reppin’ When we just need to talk, vent, date or catch perspective So, it was written No Nasty Nas, a different instance Another kind of lecture turned literature so we listened To the Oldenburg philosophy, well counter that, it's actually Urban sociology that's gripped my pen inspired me To walk along, see where I am, it’s so poetic This subject is lyrical & academic But the rhythm is humanly infectious Reminds us all about the vibes that we all cherish First places: Home Second places: Work Third Places informal spaces where we emerge But these are the cafes, corner shops, post offices, remember those Where we are remembered for neither the professional, the partner to whomever, we're connected by our Saturday morning routines. We meet - where it’s nothing but “good morning” or “hello you”, how's it going? It's the differing views we often dispute that are refused entry to these moments that are housed in these areas of our micro societies, where we can minimise what we politicise. We can share a smile or with a mask we smise We barely try, we just see what is. And who you are - like no commenting shades were ever offered. We are allowed acceptance in these spaces Third place that's the heart of the community I hope this dissertation visualises our unity Queen Latifah U.N.I.T.Y as fly as one can be Respects as easy as this sax spitting poetry