A Lil Less Soul

On July 16, Patrick Kidd, a founding member of SOUL CNSR, passed away in a tragic car accident. PK, which everyone knew him by, was a young man who spent his last days doing what he loved to do, creating and establishing a clothing label, SOUL CNSR. He diligently put his heart and mind into the effort. Although he physically is no longer with us, his spirit remains knee deep in the creation. His dream will be completed by September when a consignment shop (hasn't been named yet) opens up in Hampton off of King St. The shop will sell kicks, shirts designed by PK, D "Rick" and others and other dope labels. The success of this dream hinges on your support. Help keep PK's dream alive by supporting his efforts by contacting JKIDD at 757-897-5255 or D "RICK" at 757-510-7396. We are planning fundraisers to keep the ball moving. A party is also planned to help kick off PK's dream. W/ your support we can make it happen.

A Tribute to PK

From throwbacks to classics;
Paperbags to platics;
PK seranrapped his kicks
Keeping the dirt from getting drastic.

He was so fresh, so clean;
Joined the designers "Dream Team;"
Now that he linked up w/ Versace;
We can all sit back and gleam.

Bubba was always at peace;
Higher than the clouds;
But never out of reach;
Proudly presenting himself quietly but loud.

Colorful as usual;
Never plain black and white;
He was Ghandi at heart;
All races he'd unite.

He had the swag of a jag;
Animal and car;
Never had to brag;
Cuz he shined like a star.

He lived in a Commonwealth state of mind;
W/ his approach to style and design.

Took his time when it came to work;
Looking for ways to create the hottest T-shirts.

PK all day never had a bad bone is his body;
Which makes it hard to fathom why the Lord Almighty;
Exercised his will to take away my lil' homie.
But God needs young angels too;
To keep the youth in heaven from getting lonely.

A son and brother;
Nephew and cousin;
Who possessed a ton of friends;
That couldn't have come cheaper by the dozen.

Guns, Patrick never blasted;
Only greeted you w/ a smiling face;
Wasn't intimidated to bluff you;
A card player holding that ace.
Loved to take Grandma Lucy's money;
When it came to the poker table;
Making sure to replace it with love;
Everytime he was capable.

No matter if you called him PK;
I called him P-Trick;
He was destined to get rich;
From us all copping his kicks.

But God intercepted;
He had another plan;
Out the car he was ejected;
As his soul jumped out and ran.

To the gates of heaven;
Where he had a blind date;
He couldn't have shown up soon enough;
For the Lord to accept his fate.

Showing respect and love was his Golden Rule;
Now that he's gone, we've witnessed the death of the cool.
A one of a kind original-the rock to my roll;
Patrick Mikel Kidd, the Connosieuer of Soul.

On July 12th, 1990, a legend was born;
On July 16th, 2009, the legend will live on.

God Bless Patrick Mikel Kidd, Bubba, PK, P-Trick