"What's up, Mama D?" 16-year-old Anthony asks as he enters Latiker's house on South Michigan Avenue.
In the dining room, the music is thumping, chairs have been set aside, and teenage girls are teaching each other how to dance. Steps away in a cozy closet, several boys are laying down surprisingly professional-sounding tracks in a converted music studio. The rap lyrics are honest, raw.
"Where do we go from here, how do we stop the pain, ignorance we should fear ...
Losing lives is the cost, maybe we insane, look at the lives we done lost
Man, it pours when it rains, I was born in the flames, born into pain"
Presiding over all the chaos is Latiker, who greets each of the three dozen youths with a hug and a look that tells them respect and discipline are expected.
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