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Saturday, October 30, 2010

please DO stop the music

black people have a history of bein self-destructive
the future of the race compromised by the corrupted
the slave trade was fueled by black on black abduction
now pause: here’s where im goin wit this introduction
nowadays it seems the black race just keeps regressin’
socially with hip hop, plus the economic recession
it’s like black folks refuse to ever learn they lesson
they think they got the answer, but don’t even kno the question
you think we getting better; your example: Barack
but tell me: what other blacks have made it to the top
okay you say Oprah and Condoleezza, so Barack plus two
but look at most of the people who influence black youth
young blacks in the hood don’t memorize Obama speeches
but they suck up the rhymes of MCs like leeches
and the words they sit, study and resuscitate
reinforce sexism, racism, ignorance, and hate
the hip hop industry replaced the chains on Sojourner
if you don’t fit the mold, then the industry’ll burn ya
well what is the mold? Angry nigger totin’ burners
sellin cocaine and treatin his women like Ike Turner
cuz now it’s cool to “go hard in the paint” like waka
but have u heard somebody rap about blacks becomin doctors?
“well weezy did ‘dr. carter’ on his album ‘tha carter 3’”
But really what did that song add to the whole cd?
Simply this: a couple more rhymes where wayne spit nonsense
People listen for punchlines but don’t care about content
But if u listen to the way that these rap guys tell it
The only way to make it out is ballin, rappin, or sellin
Yea it might sound hot, but they all singin the same song
Sex, money, drugs, ice, plus girls with no clothes on
And we disrespect our women so much they’ve started to accept it
Now all you gotta do is strip if u wanna be accepted
Sex with anyone and everyone, these days it’s expected
Young girls see it growin up and they learn to respect it
Parents try to teach em that really they should reject it
But then turn on the radio and contradict they own message
Look at kat stacks, buffy the body, and superhead
Made a name sellin sex and now they all earnin stupid bread
Tv shows, movies, book deals, and the works
That’s what girls get these days for liftin up they skirts
And it’s stuff like this that hurts, for me to sit back and watch it
The type of things people will do and say to make a profit
Cuz we sellin our souls to the same folks who used to own us
Keep us around just long enough so that they can clone us
Then disown us, kick us to the curb like a trash can
And we say “that’s just how society do the black man”
But this time we can’t even blame our failures on ‘whitey’
Cuz we’ve been given every opportunity to live rightly
We just choose to be complacent with our current lot in life
And with our own darkness, we’ve learned to block out the light
The messages in our music have overshadowed our rich culture
As these industry executives continue to mimic vultures
Sayin “which one of these niggers is gonna make me money”
And “which nigger’s gonna spread ignorance and hate for me”
Cuz the new generation of rappers spits the same words differently
And ends every verse with “ain’t none of y’all niggas sick as me”
Man, this is the type of stuff that sickens me, perpetuatin our destruction
And then we try to blame it on the government’s corruption
You think it’s George Bush’s fault that no blacks got jobs?
Well Bush ain’t the one sayin that we should steal, kill and rob
That we should drop out of school and forget about education
No, these messages come from the music we keep makin

yes, i am diff-er-ent

just another day spent chillin on my dolo
people say im different, tell me something I don’t kno

don’t party enough for the cool kids to accept me
and the frat boys be sayin I gotta be more preppy
not enough swag to go chill wit the fly guys
tried to be a gangsta but couldn’t fade the drive-bys
don’t study or read enough to cool it with the geeks
and im way too tame to be hangin wit the freaks
plus people gimme funny looks every time i speak
moms be playin it off like, “baby u just unique”
but unique is just a code word for those who don’t fit in
every time I leave, people sayin “good ridd-ance”
so now and then, I catch myself wishin i had friends
but I don’t – so im back on my solo dolo again

but don’t get it twisted like I care what they thinkin
haterade wit liquor, the only thing they drinkin
but my drink of choice water cuz it’s plain as me
don’t got a lot of homies and that’s plain to see
cuz I walk around – headphones on, music blastin
never payin attention to the people im passin
im just tryna hurry up, get to my class and
take off my bag, sit down and then pass in
wait, I mean pass out – head on my desk
teacher tryna wake me up, tell her let it rest
cuz my world goin black, yea the movie boutta play
thinkin “what fantasy am I in store for today?”
cuz really it don’t matter who I am or who I ain’t
I can still escape to these mental pictures that I paint
Landscapes made of crepe and cake that I create
rumblin like earthquakes when they try to shake me awake
but I just brush em off and go deeper into dream land
you can’t bang wit me? That’s cool, these dreams can

yea im just doin me, you can take it or leave it
im my own best friend lil homie, best believe it.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

game day

it's game day, i start off on my knees in prayer
givin thanks to the Lord who through all things was there
cuz through Him, i had the strength and courage to prepare
now God and i together is an unstoppable pair

i play for Him who has given me all my ability
i play for family and friends who have always supported me
i play for those who believed when everyone else was doubtin
cuz faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains

i play for my teammates and coaches who pushed me to do my best
i play for the name of the school that's stitched across my chest
i play for those who watch us and still don't believe:
their doubt provides the motivation for me to succeed

not to prove them wrong, but to prove God right
cuz He told me i can do all things through Christ
so when i take the field, it's for Him that i fight
cuz i know it's to Him i owe all things in life