Yo-Yo! Much love to all my brethren, the Distinguished Gentlemen of Kappa Alpha Psi - who rock the krimson and kream in their heart even when bucky naked, feel me?
Basically, the two words I`d
use to describe myself are "radical-thinking" and "progressive." I strive to be intelligent but not
arrogant; wealthy but not bougie, and unselfish but not sacrificial.It`s a struggle...BUT I know "I`d go against a tank with a shank for my dreams and that`s my fukkin` word!" (dead prez from the bomb album Let`s Get Free)
Self-Description: 6`1", 235lbs
of brown muscle, caesar haircut, light moustache.
The music I`m feeling now:
Mavado, Stephen Marley, dead prez, Mobb Deep, The Game, Alicia Keys, Buju Banton, Nas, Damian Marley, Kanye West, Jill Scott, Tego Calderon, etc...(any soulful, ORIGINAL ish)
Books I`d recommend: The Bible, Things Fall Apart, Invisible Man, Soledad Brother, The Alchemist, Stolen
Legacy, Autobiobraphy of Assata Shakur.
Movies I`d recommend: Fahrenheit 9/11, Trading Places, Platoon, Get on the Bus, When We Were Kings, Half-Baked, LoveJones, The Matrix trilogy, Bowling for Columbine, Love & Basketball, Traffic, Lumumba, Sicko, City of God.
The following lyrical verse sums up how I think perfectly:
"Now it started off for me in Apartment 6C. Projects-style. Ate government cheese for a while. PopDuke wasn`t there `cuz he had to do a bid, so MommaLove was stuck with these badazz kids. She used to say "Keep your head up, always think positive. And never be ashamed of who you are or where you live." Teenage years, I had a struggle doing that. Shorties said "Don`t talk to him, girlfriend, look where he live at. His crib probably crawlin` with roaches and rats, plus kats be in his hallway with the drugs and the gats." I used to try, and honeys use to walk on by. Now I`m damn near twenty, still ain`t gotno ride. Caught a record deal.Now the same old chicks that used to walk on by, goout their way to say "Hi", but they gets NONE. That`s why I`m with the same girl from the same projects that I come from." - Brand Nubian, "Shinin` Star"
(To me, THAT`s keepin` it real)
A quote I like: There are no
great men or women. There are merely individuals who see
past the blinders of their
world and attempt to remove
them from others. - Me (copyright 1994 - all rights reserved :) )
Another quote I like: "What`s
in the darkness must be revealed
to light. We`re not here to
judge what`s good from bad,
but to do the things that are right." - The Wailers
Yet another quote I like:
"Everybody in America is so
money hungry. It`s like a
rat race and even when you
win, you are still a
freaking rat." - Iron Mike Tyson
One More: "You can`t teach
common sense." - ME (copyright 2000 - all rights reserved :) )
Some of my heroes: Jesus Christ, my moms, Marcus Garvey (my fellow radical-thinking Jamaican),
Muhammad Ali, Mahatma Gandhi, Harriet Tubman, Haile Selassie
(Ras Tafari), Che Guavara,
Thurgood Marshall, Bob Marley
(my fellow radical-thinking Jamaican), Mother Hale, Fidel Castro (a true anti-imperialist revolutionary), Mother
Teresa
Random Poetry/Thoughts of Mine
NEW ONE:
BASTARDS
WE ARE THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF AFRICA,
SOME SAY DIASPORA,
OTHERS PORCHMONKEYS.
KINGS AND QUEENS ALL,
MASQUERADING AS PIMPS AND HOES
WONDERING WHAT TO WEAR
SINCE WE CAME HERE WITHOUT CLOTHES.
36 MILLION STRONG,36 MILLION WEAK,
HAVING FREEDOM OF SPEECH BUT SO AFRAID TO SPEAK.
WE ARE THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF AFRICA,
SCATTERED ACROSS THE GLOBE, 6 CONTINENTS TO BE EXACT,
FORCE-FED FOREIGN LANGUAGES AND CULTURE, HOW COULD WE KEEP OUR PSYCHE INTACT?
SO, NOW WE DENY OUR HERITAGE, DISGUISE IT AVEC FRANCAIS OCON ESPANOL OR WITH ENGLISH PHRASES THAT SHOW HOW WELL WE KNOW OUR ROLE.
"BACK TO AFRICA? MUTHAFUKKA, I`M FROM HARLEM, WHAT THE FUKK I KNOW ABOUT A JUNGLE?"
WHO STOLE THE SOUL? WHO STOLE THE SOUL? NOBODY. WE JUST DON`T USE IT FOR ANYTHING BESIDES MUSIC. SO, IT CAN`T BE ANYTHING BUT "FUNKY" ANY DAMN WAY.
WHY DON`T WE SELL IT FOR SOME FREEDOM? AT LEAST THAT WOULD PROVE THAT IT DON`T COME CHEAP.
BUT, BEGGARS CAN`T BE CHOOSERS. MATTER OF FACT, THEY CAN`T AFFORD SH*T, EXCEPT THEY OWN AND NOBODY WANTS THAT, NOT EVEN THEM.
SO WHY BE PICKY? C`MON Y`ALL.
WE ARE THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF AFRICA, WE GOTTA STAND TALL AND BRING TO LIGHT THE TRUTH OF THIS WORLD. LIKE, IT ALL STARTED IN AFRICA. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING STARTED OUT THERE.
I GUESS THAT MAKES US ALL BASTARDS. EVERY HUMAN BEING. CAN`T WAIT FOR THE FAMILY REUNION....
RESURRECTION OF JAMES DEAN:
Black & White,
Superficial differences aside.
Two soldiers in a war for inner peace
who made stardom and isolation collide.
One versed in hip-hop,
One born before his time.
Twins in media storms of misunderstanding,
standing alone with millions by their sides.
Are rebels born or are they made?
If made, then by whom?
Are they compelled by their objects of rebellion?
Do they fight their battles against themselves, knowing they will lose?
Maybe they`re in all of us.
Am I Tupac or am I too `Pac or am I `Pac too?
It`s a lesson they died to teach the world:
mirrors demand to know
"Who ARE you?"
BLACK TV:
The revolution WILL be televised...
and analyzed, and dissected, and scrutinized but not respected,
by those wishing it had never
come.
It will be broadcast through a
live feed over the Internet,
and most will forget, that we
have not yet, prepared ourselves
for this spectacle.
When it comes it will indeed
be, there for all to see, only
We won`t be, in front of the
tv or pc.
We won`t be watching,
We`ll be on screen.
THE SUBURBS:
A dreamless tale or a tailless dream?
What are we chasing, so silly
it seems.
How hard must one work to join
one`s oppressors?
To live where they live, to think
how they think,
To eat what they eat, to choke
on their chinks,
or spics or any other popular
words of the day,
laughing through self-torture
when the nigggers come your
way.
"It`s just a joke" you tell
yourself and they repeat that devil`s refrain,
as your children run on
manicured lawns, all of them experiencing
the same
dance of love and hate you
might have taught them
unknowingly,
"Just hate yourself and love
them and you will be okay."
I hope I never love my children
that much or that way.
All that is not for me,tempted though I might be.
So I ain`t goin` nowhere,
with my people is where I
belong,
Maybe We Can Get Somewhere
Together.
copyright 2000 - all rights reserved
MaryJane:
It`s illegal but I thought it
was from the earth
which makes it all-natural and existent since the birth
of this planet.I can`t stand
it
how the white man thinks nature
is the enemy.
It`s self-hatred that motivates
him, which is why he hates me,
the Original Man who reminds
him of where he comes from,
Blackness is the essence of humanity,and maryjane is so
uncommon
Not processed, no need, it
takes you to the abyss,
to split the dutches, I use
a knife that`s sharp like my
mind on fine cannibis.
copyright 1997 -all rights reserved
Are YouLike Me?:
Are you like me?
Do you see a world of shiit?
Do you hope for the best, but
expect the worst
because sometimes you think
you deserve it?
I mean, are you like me?
Can you see how much you have
to offer
but rarely believe you`ve
offered enough of yourself,
not to regret not having done
more ?
After all, isn`t that what
we`re here for?
God put us here to help each
other, not to better our self-esteems by displaying materialism
to the core.
But then again, are you like
me?
Thinkin` there`s nothing wrong
with owning money
as long as money doesn`t own
you?
Knowin` there`s no such thing
as a niggger and wishin` we
could understand that truth?
And stop actin` the myth, stop hurtin` one another,
stop defining ourselves in
relation to the other
man, that is. I can`t mind my
own biz,
`cuz I give a shiit
and love is give and take
so give of yourself and take
the love that is HIS.
Love is give and take, so why
don`t you take the shiit I`m
givin` and stop thinkin` that
I`m givin` you shiit. `Cuz
I`m not.
I`m only being my bruthas`
keeper, the keeper of
y`all sistas too,
I`m revealing my soul, do you understand me, boo?
I hope you do.
`Cuz we have to
be there for one another,
find strength in one another
too.
I just let my mind drift,
like a deferred-dream owning
sage working a graveyard shift,
and then I think: I know who I
am but do people see me?
I know who I am but am I who I
want to be?
I don`t think so, y`all, `cuz I
want to be free,
and I`m not, so to speak,
displaced anger makes me weak
like those bruthas on the
corner
making blood flow like water,
over nothing.
Thinkin` they strong
but deep down knowing that
they`re wrong
for not fighting their true
enemy.
It`s a weakness, this displaced anger, I reject it as of now
I choose to put it where it
belongs but I need you to show
me how.
Should I run up on a cracker
and commit violent crimes
or should I get more organized
and throw revolution into
rhymes?
and enlist an army of bruthas
and sistas, armed with hearts
in right places and a
by-any-means-necessary
attitude?
I`m ready for this war of
souls and righteousness
be it with books and meaningful rhetoric
or with guns and knives and
fists
But I can`t do it alone,
at least, alone is not what
I want to be,
so I`ll ask you one more time,
Are You Down?
Are You Like Me?
copyright 1997 - all rights reserved
Black people, gettin` paper is serious. I mean, we live in a capitalist society where, without it, you starve and are homeless. BUT please ask yourselves every now and then..."Would you rather have a Lexus or Justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace, or Freedom?" (dead prez)
And remember: "LOVE CAN CREATE OR DESTROY..."
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