[Spoken Intro] Coffy People, gather ’round. Skawla on the mic with a public service announcement straight from the HIP EYE PEE Tower. We got a situation. Pay attention. When the wind shifts and blows a stranger in, you lean in… listen. Some of you already heard the whispers: a suspicious character has been lurking around Coffy Town. Not a citizen. Not registered. Not vetted. Not invited. He’s been sighted peeking through windows. No one has any right to any part of our peace. A no‑go, fo' sho. In Coffy Town, that’s how you get unplugged, off‑line, control‑alt‑delete, you see? We don’t want to have to blow your circuit, sir. If you’re tuned in, this is your cue to go. The Fathers of the Guard have announced a mandatory emergency workshop for all Citizens. Come to The Tea Room this eeevenin’ to master Risk Calculation. Tonight at 6 P.M. — be there. We don’t panic, we prepare. While the community arms itself with knowledge, the Fathers of the Guard will gather in the HIP Boardroom to plan for our protection. Any sister or brother who needs security getting home — you will not walk alone. That’s right. Community means everybody plays their part. We gon’ talk about: How to clock a creep before they spot you, How to feel predator energy from across the street, How to trust your intuition without second‑guessing, How to use your voice to shut down a situation, How to walk away with your dignity and your safety, And how to keep your windows, your boundaries, and your spirit locked tight. A boundary is a blessing. The word NO is the shortest prayer. Your intuition is the first prophet in any room. This ain’t about fear. In fact, if you see any fear running around here, whatever you do — don’t feed it. It’ll go away on its own without your nerves to eat. Lady over at Club Surrender told me to remind you of that. (She’s so wise.) This is about intelligence. About making sure every Citizen in Coffy Town feels safe without a doubt. Protecting your space is essential to the quality of your life here. Here’s what the authorities have found out: The man is tall, blue‑eyed, strong jawline, thinner than average, suited and booted like a Coffy Town Player — but by all accounts, a stranger. Last seen near the new club, The Upper Room. Your safety is sacred. Your spirit is sovereign. Your life is not up for negotiation. Pull up to The Tea Room. Bring your sisters, your cousins, your intuition — and that one friend who always says, ‘Girl, I think I’m overreacting.’ No, baby… not true. Overreaction might be divine intervention — the all‑knowing Spirit moving through you. In Coffy Town, we don’t wait for trouble. We recognize it, name it, shut it down. That said… we now return you to the musical vibrations with Coffy Town in the mix.
