Its all fun and games when it ain't you getting put it to a box, told how to act, oppressed, labeled, and taught to have self hatred because you are the "other", and considered a people that are joke able and buy able, at your local Halloween discount store...
The article they posted is dead on! click HERE to read.
I think its a little different when it's a hip hop fan dressing up as a artist they like. I don't wanna say I think it's ok or not ok because I am not here to pass judgment. I selected these images because it shows that there is a very thin line between fun and going to far. But I always think that its a good idea to be on the safe side if there is a risk of racially offending someone. so is Someone dressing up as T-Pain for Halloween different from the above pictures? why or why not? I am not trying to hate-or hate on one person alone for this, but rather address the disappoint I have when some people are insensitive, and challenge and promote the discussion of what is considered socially exceptable and what is racially insensitive.
My problem is that "ethnic races" are being made fun of or laughable, yet "white" is considered the standard or the norm. It is assumed that superman, and wonder women, and the joker, and the business man are all white. Holidays are one of the ways that you can easily see how racism is taught to kids (how many Santa Clauses do you see that are not white?). When I used to teach young kids, I had a friend of mine come in and teach a game and I told the kids that he was superman, one kid quickly replied that he couldn't be superman because "he's black." this was something this 6 year old had learned he was not born limiting his ideas of super heroes to one race, that was taught to him.
I wish- I wish I could go back in time and save every single one of my homies that ain't with us,I wish I could go back in time and right every wrong and all the many acts of injustice, I wish I was bullet proof so i could save all the youth that were taken to soon: then:I wish I could have been there to block the bullet that took Meleia Willis Starbucks life,I wish I could have been there in LA when some punk tried to stab my man with a knife,I will never stop fighting for peace and all my homies are the reason,I won't stop can't stop until we have won,And I wish I coulda been there to protect my lil bruh when that kid held him up with a gunI am not talking just to talk or making songs just to sing I am trying to make some changeDon't think I'm just trying to make my name and act like this shits a game and just for funI am targeting anyone who is racist, violent towards women, like the brat brat brat of a gunOr just ain't doing shit when they see it being done, cause let’s face it what’s the difference.So I am speaking on it ain't never scaredlike I dare you to say something,I want to promote discussion like it’s your favorite function,and keep people wondering, why is the system this way,So then everyone will say, today is the day,change and peace will come for mewhen everyone of every color is free
If you want custom made shoes and shirts look no further then SINCE 88. These talented frisco neighborhood kids are doing it well and I am honored to be able to call em my homiez. These clothes represent the lifestyle us creative dreamers like and I love their style. And ladies don't trip they got yo size and style too. So holla at em and they got whatever you like and they customize it---
I would not change the love I have loved I never wasted one tear I ain't mad that I care and felt pain and felt fear but at the end of the day no matter what he say Ima put myself #1 like its the first day of my life and I have just begun
I got this shirt at a buffalo exchange store a while back because even though everyone knows I'm all about love, I have officially joined the Love Hater movement. This doesn't mean I'm a hater, or that I don't think my last name is One Love- This concept means different things to different people but basically: don't let the love of ya life- run ya life-put yourself first!
If you are still confused-I suggest you go get yourself a copy of MARRIED TO THE HUSTLE-EYESAGE'S MIXTAPE and listen to cup cake commandments on repeat.
i am found near the sound of underground hip hop- gas prices got my pockets on e feeln hungry not eating so that's why I Do Dat and bump the SKINNY as I press on the gas and hit 60 just to make it to class but give me a bus token and i'll be happy to ride the bus better yet i want GUERILLA BUSFARE like my sister Krish do, thats when I heard Bambu say I got EXACT CHANGE cool I say, Ima get on the bus cause it rides my way, as the music play:
I have a love and hate relationship with myspace, I have connected with some wonderful people from homiez I grew up with, to people of like minds, who I am honored to call my friends, and i love that it allows me to have easy access to good music.
But the shit that gets on my nerves are the never ending random ass friend requests, the inquires for art and then faking, dudes trying to be cutty buddy when they know I have a man, and the fact that it has added to a culture where people are constantly trying to take pictures of themselves to post it so they can look like they have a life of myspace, and girls posing in there thongs-putting it up on the internet, for what?
I was in the computer lab the other day waiting to print out my report and as i was waiting I watched this girl who kept uploading pictures and making slide shows of her out at clubs and cup caking with her man, writing these little captions, and in that moment i was able to see how vane it is too be all about pictures of yourselves, I'm not knocking her and I am guilty of it too, but I just think it' s a little self absorbed, now that doesn't apply to [music] artists cause with that its a way to connect with fans.Anyway I sometimes go for months making a conscious effort to not go on myspace cause I don't have time, & I don't want my time to go to it, and because I want to see if I am effected by it (i do the same thing with T.V and other things just to make sure I am not brainwashed or dependent on anything).
Anyways I checked my friend request box and found more folks I didn't know (taking up space), but 2 people who wrote a message, one was from this cool homie who was saying he read this here blog (he's on my bloglist-'From Ashy to Classy') and I checked his blog and I'm feeling it, cause he's speaking for folks like myself with empty pockets and fresh style and big dreams.
anyway then I look at the next message and its a kid from one of my classes, who will remain nameless but this is what it said "wow you never told me your bf was black that is why when i say o right oright you are happy o right than see you in class." and I just got out of class with him and he proceeded to talk in this manor about how shocked he was that I kicked it with the "sistaaas" and that he didn't think I was the type of girl to have a "ghetto black boyfriend." And then proceeded to tell me that some of his friends spoke "black languages" and that he new ghetto people too. (I'm tired its been along day my first reaction is to cus him out, or pretend like i didn't hear him so I woudn't have to get mad or deal with it, but I feel it's my responsibility to all the people I know and all the knowledge I have learned from seeing this fucked up system, to speak out when ignorant comments are made, plus he talked about my man so I had to say something...)
Please believe that I corrected him saying that he was over generalizing and that if he was talking about slang than thats called Ebonics but if he was talking about a language from a country in Africa than he should find out the name of it and what specific country his "homie" was from (i let him know I have friends from three different parts of Africa and that they all speak different languages with the example of my homegirl Sojourner who is from Tanzania and speaks Swahili) then I informed him that there is a difference between ghetto and black, and that I grew up in an area that was not that white, and predominately African American, but that I don't limit myself to kick in it with one race, and that my boyfriend is half Filipino and doesn't consider himself ghetto, no matter what hood he was raised (because against all odds he was able to live, to graduate from high school (look up the Oakland drop out rate) and go to a good college and has never sold drugs or killed someone in his life)...anyway I said it in a way without getting angry or making him feel bad but just to let him know not to get it twisted. Whenever I have these little incidents I always hope that that person's mind is opened just a little bit, maybe an inch, so some of those stereo types can escape and some knowledge about other cultures can get let in. In order to continue to speak out, I have to tell myself that even if I cannot see impact, it is there. And that is a true lesson in patience.
Each week its another battle, another comment, another frustrating moment. The only thing that gets me thorugh is to see like minded people who feel how I feel. I was missing my bay fam and then I got to kick it with some dope folks. Just conversating with such wise intelligent like minded folk made every moment of this week so far, not seem so hard, my friends are my motivation to get thru.
that's all i really wanted to say, I'm tired as hell but on my way to pull another all nighter, and I ain't gonna stop fighting until the battle is won!
ok so besides the fact that Palin getting nominated was an insult to all women votes and the feminist movement, there's something else that made me mad, we all know the lady is from Alaska and she try's to claim that she's not cut off from the rest of America -I been there and my Aunt and Uncle live there after getting recruited like a scene straight out of Fairenheit 911 to join the army they ended up there and it IS CUT OF FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD and my auntie gotta bumper sticker that says ALASKAN'S NOT FOR PALIN (yeeh)....but thats not my point my point is: I'M SICK OF PEOPLE SAYING "ESKIMO"-that is a term put on the native Inuit people by some white european colonizers that translates as FISH EATER so not exactly what they want to be referred to. anyway I am always a fan of poking fun at yourself so heres the video where they use the WRONG word to describe the native people in the area that one lady MOOSE KILLER is from:
Heres the "rap" lyrics:
one two three
my name is sarah palin you all know me vice president nominee of the gop gonna need your vote in the next election can i get a ‘what what’ from the senior section mccain got experience, mccain got style but don’t let him freak you out when he tries to smile cause that smile be creepy but when i be vp all the leaders in the world gonna finally meet me
how’s it go eskimo (eskimos) tell me what you know eskimo (eskimos) how you feel eskimo (ice cold) tell me tell me what you feel eskimo (super cold)
i’m jeremiah wright cause tonight i’m the preacha i got a bookish look and you’re all hot for teacha todd lookin fine on his snow machine so hot boy gonna need a go between in wasilla we just chill baby chilla but when i see oil lets drill baby drill
my country tis a thee from my porch i can see russia and such
all the mavericks in the house put your hands up all the mavericks in the house put your hands up all the plumbers in the house pull your pants up all the plumbers in the house pull your pants up
when i say ‘obama’ you say ‘ayers’ obama. (ayers) obama (ayers) i built me a bridge - it ain’t goin’ nowhere. (ohhh)
mccain, palin, gonna put the nail in the coffin of the media elite (she likes red meat) shoot a mother-humpin moose, eight days of the week
[three gunshots] now ya dead, now ya dead, cause i’m an animal, and i’m bigger than you holdin a shotgun walk in the pub everybody party, we’re goin on a hunt la la la la la la la la [six gunshots]
to me it was funny only because of the way she was dancing to the music and those faces she make...
I KNOW ANYONE THAT IS READING THIS WOULD NOT VOTE FOR MCCAIN BUT -
IF YOU ARE ABLE TO VOTE-VOTE OBAAAAAAMAAA not only for you mama but for ya children and there children lets start to fix this system erase some of the racism but never sweep it under the rug, so hold out ya re-arrange society mug,we need some CHANGE!
(name what song has the title of this post in the beginning of the song in a elmer fudge type voice)
When I get down, and frustrated I wonder what the hell am I busting my ass for. Whatever obstacle that has caused me to loose my grounding is just another mountain for me to move.So when I hit this low and I feel down I have to find that strength within to push forward. I often give all props to all the wonderful people I am surrounded by, because knowing that they are there and they got my back makes me keep on. But feeling that I put on myself is what keeps me back, whenever I write 10 songs and decide this time when I go back to the O I am going to do nothing but record, but by the time i get there I get lost and loose that drive and just think who the hell cares what for. And if I listened to my own self doubt and others around me, I would have never graduated from high school, never gone to college, and I would have been stuck in a city where people feel stuck cause most folks you know either have been killed, locked up, not doing nothing, or moved up out, except for the rare folks who stick around and fight the battle and inspire us to grow. So I am "one of the ones that got away" (but please believe I am going to bring all that knowledge back to my hood and try to improve it like anyone should) But at the same time I was able to achieve all those things due to some effort on my part, but probably mostly due to the color of my skin, which in this fucked up world gives me privilege. I'm not saying I'm not talented and I know I have worked damn hard but there is a system keeping back people just a talented as me back, and it breaks my heart to see that this system keep reapeating. In other words I have seen how my mama was able to make something out of nothing and she is now succesful so she tells me you too can make your dreams happen so I push forward and go into the world and make my dreams happen. But my sister who is brown who's mother was not able to make something out of nothing and is struggling passes on to her daughter that it ain't worth getting your hopes up so why even try, but she still tries but people don't receive her the way they receive me because of the color of her skin and so she gives in. So that's why I say that I want equality and that I am willing to give up my privilege. And even if it meant that I would make half the money I make I would give up this un-fair privilege in a heart beat. The reason I can say this and know that I would, is because of what I have experienced and seen my friends go through: from seeing cops pepper spray my classmate when I was in the 4th grade, to every time I am in the car with Phil getting pulled over, to Tamara's dad getting harassed by the pigs, to my friends getting kicked out of class for doing the same shit I did from elementary school to high school, to professors teaching a white washed version of the truth and acting like anything which is un white is weird. That is why I want change and I am willing to pay the price because I know that others pay it everyday...
I have been in a funk and feeling a little like I am disappointing myself, and others. I'm in my forth year of college and I love that I am learning skills that are so practical and career orientated, but I am ready to be done, not done learning but done giving all day everyday, or at least get a second to breath but when i think about it even though I am stressed I have no reason to complain. but It seems to be moving fast and I am stuck-if that makes any sense. I think I am not practicing the whole balance thing that well. Maybe it's that I miss my bay area family. Maybe its because I have some self doubt, and all that motivation built up to succeed seems to have withered away a little bit, or maybe I am just tired and need to get some sleep. Anyway even though we all know no one is perfect I tend to hold myself, and those closest to me up to this standard of perfection and this always leads to me feeling disappointed. I know its fucked up but i still be doing it. If I am not getting up early, working on homework, cleaning the apartment until it's spotless, making dinner, making art, making music, volunteering my time to a good cause, working two jobs to pay the bills, and supporting all the people I love, I feel guilty as hell. This guilt is pointless because it doesn't make me do all those things it just makes me feel like crap.
These standards were never put onto to me, my mom never told me I had to go to college and be perfect, this has all been put onto me, by me. So its not like I am saying look what someone is doing to me, I am acknowledging that I am my own worst enemy that the very essence and characteristics i posses that make me the driven lady that i am are exactly whats holding me back and no one is to blame but me. That really doesn't sound right because that almost sounds like a cry for sympathy and the last thing i want is someone to feel sorry for me. Sometimes I should just stop overthinking things it tends to cause paradoxes like someone putting themselves in tiny caging boxes, that keep them feeling trapped and headed for disaster. if this doesn't make a damn bit of sense to you its mostly cause you probably don't get me and because I am not editing myself for thee- I am the only one responsible for making myself feel down, and by holding myself to that I can step my game up and get to my dreams, I will rise from this and learn from it too make me stronger. I have been disregarding what I know, which is that anything is achievable and you get what you what by affirming it. Instead of the usual positive mentality that I have to keep living and loving even when its hard I shut down a part of me, and started telling myself that I was dumb for not doing everything right. So I want to take the advice of my sister, and Anitheiess, and Phil, and Katiana, and stop being hard on myself because I am not at all perfect. This doesn't mean to let go of my values and priorities and stop trying to be a better person, please believe I will always do that and stay true to myself, but to change my mentality so that I can take some weight of my shoulders and feel free to do what is in my power to do one little lovely moment at a time.
These are just my thoughts but I know we all go through this, part of this is also forgiving others for not being perfect, and always keeping yourself in check--- to never lie to myself about who I am and what I want out of life. This is in no way complaining about what I am going through because I know how blessed I am for everything I have in this life, and how lucky I am to be alive, and to have accomplished all that I have thus far.
Ima go handle my business now, projects and traveling. soooo Peace!
I was bout to write a blah blah blog about how I saw that Beyonce is going to play Etta James and share her version of Atlast, but I just read the Chicago Sun Times article posted by Krish on GuerillaBusfare.com:
"Body of child found on West Side may be Julian King
The boy's stepfather, William Balfour, remains the primary suspect in the murders, police sources say. He is the estranged husband of Julia Hudson, who lived in the home with her brother Jason, 29, and mother, Darnell Donerson, 57. Julia Hudson is Julian's mother and the sister of Jennifer Hudson."
Jennifer's mother and brother were shot, and since then her nephew was missing. This of course has gotten a lot of media attention based on how horrible a crime it is, but also because Jennifer Hudson is a celebrity and a Oscar winner. I don't want to take away from this, because it is extremely heartbreaking and horrible, and I hope that this media attention brings her some support. But I do want to say that these incidents of violence happen everyday to innocent regular people, who are just as important as any celebrity.
What's going through my head is this could have been a boy that I know and love, who is 4 years old and who's life, and his mothers life, has been at risk because he has a father who is abusive. I hate it because as much as I can try, I cannot protect my friend and her child. Domestic violence is horrible, but when kids are involved it is even worse. So to any child, or person effected by violence, and to the family of Jennifer Hudson, you are in our prayers, and well wishes.
these joints always have me thinking bout middle school and elementary when it was pagers on the hip and knockers and braids in the hair, and candy from the liquor store, but i was born in '87 so some of these songs came way before me, but I am an old soul so i feel like these old school hop hop songs represent my child hood, i still remember wearing jellies and listening to sprinkle me, walking home from Glenview to my "not as good neighborhood" known as the dirty thirtys, hanging out with Dwayne hooping all day, I remember when me and my sister took a grocery cart and made it our go cart and ran round the neighborhood playing, and made a tree house out of a refrigerator box, and wanted to be like them older fly girls that were cross walk monitors with the white gloves like MichealJackson. When I played b-ball everyday, and drew ninja turtles with Jesse my homie from around the way. Tamara stuck to my sister like glue and they painted there nails, and we made up dances to TLC songs, and listened to Bone Thugs and Harmony on the daily, I, as always was a wandering soul who never stuck to one thing or one person, or one group. Still this day I cannot fit in one box and hold many titles. All this retro music coming out right now got me reminiscing, so all the people born in the 80's this is for you. and Kid Sister does it well like with this ish right heeeere:
i love her flavor...(1:09- the other half of Yellow Cakes my homegirl Kara's group in the Chi)
ALERT: for the love haters out there this post may contain major cup caking
Sunday morning- feeling good all because of him- recap Last night we finally got a night out together (our schedules have been conflicting and we live together so we tend to just always be at the crib together...) to go to the BEATROCK Long Beach store opening. They put on an amazing show, as we were waiting for the next performer to hit the stage, my man, after sipping on one too many margaritas, starts free-stylen in my ear. My man can't rap I'm not being mean I am being honest he has no flow, he can sing (we both sing that's how we met) but he can't rap, but I love when he tries, and most likely I know I'm the only person who will ever hear it. anyway We go back and forth doing this, after 7 years I love that we are still always sweetly surprised, he can still give me butterflies, I still feel lucky when I look in his eyes, it's still exciting, and I still love hereing the things he has to say to me. We go on back and forth -ima flow about that plant, rap about your eyes, Ima flow about the art on the walls...(((We must have felt comfortable in this place, must of felt like all those people were family, like minded people quick to throw a complemet at you, because we didn't have our usual wall put up, we let ourselves act like no one was watching us, like no one would come up to us and say an annoying comment, and we were right no one did, everyone was hella cool)))...we keep going over the beat back and forth like ping pong until we realize goddamn we don't usually ever let ourselves display that much affection in public. To everyone else we probably looked like we were telling each other dirty secrets or something.That may sound kinda weird that I don't like to show the love i have, for my soul mate, but there are a lot of reasons why: First off its just not in my personality, we always have homies with us and it would be kinda awkward for them if we were always all over each other, and the last one should not be a reason but it is, people hate on us, and it's just easier to look like we could be just friends. I gotta go to the studio (design studio not recording studio although I kinda wish it were reversed..) but i will continue this soon...this will spiral into some other topics i been thinking of tackling on this here blog...oh yeah and some flicks coming soon too....and architectural sketches-when I get a second to breathe...
so even tho i was just a another person in the crowd...Thank You to BEATROCK and every single person who was there last night including all the visual artisits, and bay area friendly folks...it was hella fun, even though i was hella tired...
just felt like writing this- When I was in the 10th grade we read the poem on the statue of liberty and wrote our own version, if you know my politics then you can imagine what mine was like, basically speaking on how America says "bring me your poor" so I can use you, and under pay you, and label you as an alien, and discriminate against you. Anyways I have always had a political undertone to most of the poems that I write and I play on the line between hopeful and hopeless depending on how i feel, most of my poems are extremely hopeful like we-gotta-rise-and-smile-and just keep- living-and-loving-and protesting type poems and I always contributed that to listening to Hip Hop. The hip hop artists that I love, some of who I have been honored to sit down and talk with about their political views, are ones that can balance that same battle of hopefulness and hopeless, so it's not sugar coating it, but also not so depressing you don't wanna hear it. In the spirit of the election and just a random thought in my head I started comparing Hip Hop lyrics that are political, to political speeches, thus Hip Hop Amerika.
"The American dream wasn't meant for me, cause lady liberty's a hypocrite she lied to me, promised me freedom, education, and equality never gave me nothing but slavery but now look at how dangerous you made me calling me a mad man because im strong and bold." -Tupac Shakur
"Block by block, we restored hope and opportunity to those neighborhoods, and I can believe we can do the same thing for the working families of America." -Barack
"A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom. " -Martin Luther King Jr.
"They got money for wars but can't feed the poor." -Tupac Shakur
"I wish you insight so you could see for yourself You could see the signs when the jackers is scheming And the cops is comin, you could read they mind You could see from behind, you could redefine the game as we know it, one dream at a time I'm American dreamin" -Shawn Carter
"I don't see an American Dream I see an American Nightmare." Malcolm X "...it seems we living the American dream, the people highest up got the lowest self esteem, the prettiest people do the ugliest things, for the road to riches and diamond rings..."-Kanye
As you know I am a huge Obama supporter and part of that is my hope for America to be a place of equality where great leaders of any color are given the voice. But I been thinking about how things are swept under the rug now, and how having a black president is not going to change that, and it might make it even worse (don't get me wrong its still worth it too have Obama as president) A lot of white people believe racism is a thing of the past and that nothing needs to be done, even thought it is very apparent that America itself is a racist system. I know Obama can bring us change, and in every speech he gives I am given hope, but I want to make sure that the victory of having a wonderful president when he is elected in Nov. doesn't turn into, oh good the battle is one we can all go home now (when I say battle I don't mean the war in the middle east I mean the freedom fighter peaceful protesting injustice battle).
So vote Obama but know that he is just one amazing man and there's a whole lot of fucked up people in this country doing everything in their power to make sure the systems stay the way they are, so it takes all the everyday freedom fighters out there to help that change come...
(props to Chinaka for making a blog like this-that was my inspiration, that and having a crappy freaking monday)(this was one of my favorite books when I was little and my god mama would read it too me and I would feel like I wasn't alone like even though I was struggling that some little boy, in where ever the hell he was from had it bad too, and instead of comparing myself to some kid in Australia, I would think about the kids in Haiti that we were fund raising for, or any kids around the world in third world slums, and I'd realize I had it good, in fact I would feel appreciative for my payless shoes, and a lunch it in my lunch box, for my second hand toys and clothes, and the village of women that raised me, and my mama who put in long hours saving peoples lives, to provide and see her baby girls smile)
It all started off like this: I woke up to the sound of Kanye's Champion-ringtone on my partner's phone at 4:00AM, don't ask me why it was 4:00 and not the usual 5:30 and why I woke up when I usually sleep right on thru the second snooze until I usually hear "get up baaaaby", but as I heard Did you re-Alize that UUU R a Champion in my Eyes, yes i did...i felt the morning migraine that usually visits me when I'm stressing, or once a month, but I hop my ass up and head to the bathroom take 2 Excedrin and head back to bed thinking I can get at least 30 more minutes, no such luck some car outside my window was making hella noise and my head began to pound. It probably didn't help that i stayed up the night before finishing a project, but that's the usual, I get up brush my teeth, take a shower, and go into the kitchen to make breakfast, two scrabbled eggs just the way he likes, a piece of toast and potatoes, with some kiwi on the side, and I put the water on for coffee for myself.
My partner gets up does his routine eats and I send him on his way, but he takes my keys by accident. This is OK I think I will just take his keys...if I can find them. Anyway I was just in a funk and I once i found the keys I had to go to the bank and deal with some bull crap and then get my car registered pay off a couple parking tickets that I didn't know about, and head to school, to roam around on campus looking for a parking spot, when I finally found one, this beezy swooped in front of me like she didn't see my blinker on, first thought was its cookies i bet you gon be scared to get out of ya car now sucka if I just park it and mean mug ya, but then I scratched all that negativity and kept driving. Finally found a spot hella far away, I walk across campus past the Pyramid, past the track field, past the computer lab, with t-square, portfolio, tool box in hand, and my back back filled with books like im carrying a damn coffin on my back. Some how managing to be on time, but on time for this class means late cause you can rarely get a seat and it's a studio class (design drawing) and the only table left had a broken a mayline, so I went to the office to check a t-square out but they weren't open. So far my day just kinda sucks...
Then my coo coo for co co puffs teacher who always wears tropical shirts like he's on vacation in Hawaii, decided to give us a pop midterm, really? in a class where all we due is draft, perspectify, draw and pin up, and sketch, and draw some more, you gave us a drawing pop quiz mid-term, maybe in rapid vis. but in 132 foreal? anyway didn't do so good on that but o well. Then come to find out the one drawing I took out of my portfolio is the one we need today to work on our next project, whoops.
Anyway next it's on to my Lighting midterm and that would be the- some good- cause I did good, wrote out 7 pages of short answer essays and it was an open book test, but it ain't all good cause that's a studio class too since when is there Midterms in non lecture classes. I Anyway the book is nice i recommend it to design students in architecture related fields but the cheapest price is $58 dollars... Anyway then I hit up my homegirlY'vonne to chat while I walk to my car, this is about the highlight of my whole day, she's visiting from the East Coast, she's a fellow singer song writer fly mama and it's been since April and she's fenna come down and visit me (she's in SF rite now) so that's cool, but I get off the phone to drive to work, and there's construction all around uggggh, then I get to work 5 minutes early but that's 5 minutes late of stuck up white people time, and homie tells me that I should work for 2 hours and then leave, waste of my f*cking time, but anyway get home realize that I haven't even eaten all day, and my cup of coffee that I made this morning is still sitting on the counter un- touched where I left it. I take off my shoes take another Excedrin (the migraine won't let up) draw out some sketches for the GD project me and Phil are working on, take a deep breath, and think to myself goddamn this was the Monday that I thought would never end. Then I turn on the stereo, blast it until my man says "damn baby you tryna make the neighbors hate us." nope just habit I grew up in a basement I like my music LOOOOud. so I put the head phones on and listen to a mix of some of my favorite songs and it goes little something like this:(this is a run through of some of my favorite Hip Hop songs, and the lyrics i like... (i didn't take the time to check them and i've never looked em up its just the line that stick in my head, be my guest to correct me if i got anything wrong) Pharcyde-Passing me By Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try? Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance; And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance From a distance I desired, secretly admired her; Wired her a letter to get her, and it went: My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I slip Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp! 'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so And if I was your man then I would be true The only lying I would do is in the bed with you Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender Damn! She keeps on passin me by...
Heart of the City-(married to the Hustle-EyeAsage!) "the inner city was a trap, so I learned how to rap, salt and peppa and monie love yeah they had my back, if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't know how to push it..."
This my One-E-40 TooShort "Where I stay they dye the tip of they locks Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not.BAY AREA!... Droppin off lola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot"
When we were Kids-Luda and the fam "We were trying so hard Hard to survive Cause even though we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And thats how it went When we were kids
A child of the cOrn been wild since I was born Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy Wherever I go they went they my buddy's I brush teef brush naps and cause treats Dreamin' of Cadillacs with wheels and plush seats Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf"
Dear Summer -JayZ "I drop heat like you bring the sun up...In all the success i received I know you can't believe I still love em but they don't love me, they like ya drunk uncle in ya family, you know they lame still you love em the same..."
Till the End of time- Pac "please lord forgive me for my life of sins...for quiet times disappear listen to the ocean smoking ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coasten, who can I trust in this cold world..."
I know I can-Nas "this is for the grown girls who's only ten the ones who watch video and do what they see up in the club with fake id, careful b for you meet a man with HIV, you can host a show on t.v like OprahWinfrey..."
All falls down- Kanye "that mojor that she majored in don't make no money but she won't drop out her parents will look at her funny...her hair so long that it look like weave, then she cut it all off now she look like Eve, she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe
Say Nothing-A-T-T-I to the K "Should know better than to try me by now you couldn't under mind me if ya was my eye brow...I speak up speak out my action follow my mouth I figure out what I want and than that's what I'm about.."
Resurrection-EyeAsage and Bambu "Don't let the white people tell you the formula for succes cause history will tell you that would be a knife in the chest they shook our hands and they smiled, while they stood there and lied and systematically attempted at complete genocide..."
Resurrection-Bone Thugs and Harmony
Streets are on fire-Lupe Fiasco "Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers streets are on fire tonight Disease the virus is spreading in all directions no safe zone no cure and no protection no symptoms define the signs of an infection no vaccines, remedies, and no corrections Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections don't let them in not a friend not a reflection everybody's got it and want you to have it next and don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception no pill can heal the ill of this sickness some are still in doubt of its existence some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance the poor say the rich have the cure the rich say the poor are the source revolutionaries say it's physiological war invented by the press, just to have something to report some say the first case came from a maternity ward some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores and everybody is sure the scientist say it only affects the mind the little boy said it only affects the girls the preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul a bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world!"
International Guerilla Anthem- Bambu & Do Dat "I typed a text to a girl I used to see saying that I heard the new about her brother over seas... Hide ya Heart- Amerika don't love you all she want is the money got a uncle been pimp'n since the 1700's Bomb all the haters Invade all the neighbors got this country built up off of our free labor..."
Diamonds frm Sierra Leone-Kanye West
Mnah No Sleep- The Attik
Drop it like its hot-Snoop Pharrel (mostly for the beat)
Thugish Ruggish Bone-Bone thugs and Harmony
5 on it Remix
Pull it Back -Bambu
I'm On One- The Team "Been a month, a week, couple days without smokin Smoke blunt, got weak, broke the weed down split the swish open Yeah east oakland boys tend to spark alot Transform a drop buttons transform the top Just bought the box 8-80 a killa shox I'm Bay Bridge on my way to that Mission Rock... shit I'm 4 hunned miles away sunset knockin somethin bounce back to the bay trap dump from the jump I'm all out of my scape Go Guriella gotta get it Spectator parade..."
Elevator (Me and Youuu) -Outkast "I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check
If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue"
Change the World-Bone thugs and Harmony "Raising hustlers, thieves and prostitutes
Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer
Where will our children go
When there's no place safe where they can go
And trouble may come and sometimes
You'll get pulled over by one-time
And when the 1999 rewinds, you didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world, it's nauseatin
Everybody's hating everybody, overrated
Why everybody acting agitated, I thought we graduated
Back in the saddle waiting, aboard the battle station
Hating is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect
And when the curtains, close open up the door, no more"
Waterfalls-TLC "My only bleedin hope Is for the folk who cant cope Wit such an endurin pain That it keeps em in the puourin rain Whos to blame For tootin caine in your own vein What a shame You shoot and aim for someone elses brain You claim the insane And name this day and time For fallin prey to crime I say the system got you victim to your own mind Dreams are hopeless aspirations In hopes of comin true Believe in yourself The rest is up to me and you"
the post below makes me hella mad at how ignorant people can be...but this, this image right here, and the organization behind it, gives me hope, and makes me smile...
from: http://www.filipinosforobama.org/ Dear Friends, I appreciate the opportunity to join the Filipino American National Historical Society and its friends in celebrating Filipino American History Month. This celebration is a wonderful opportunity to honor the values and traditions of Filipino Americans, and your role in the story of America. America's greatness lies in our nation’s ability to embrace and integrate different culturesinto our national character. Filipino Americans nurture and maintain important social, cultural and business ties between America and the Philippines. As you celebrate your Filipino heritage and your American identity, I hope you remain inspired to make our country as great as we know it can be. The stories of Asian Americans & Pacific Islanders are very personal to me. I first became acquainted with the diversity and richness of Asia and the AAPI community as a child growing up in Hawai'i and for a few years in Indonesia. Members of my family are of Asian descent and it is a community that I became a part of while living in Los Angeles, New York and Chicago. Filipino Americans have participated in the triumphs and struggles along our road to a more perfect union, from farm workers who helped found the United Farmworkers Union, to the soldiers who fought bravely in World War II, to the thousands of nurses who have saved and improved countless lives, Filipino Americans are an integral part of our country. That’s why I support policies that will honor your sacrifices, like the Filipino Veterans Equity Act. As President, I will work to ensure that you have access to affordable, accessible healthcare that will also reduce the language and cultural barriers that limit access to our medical system. We will make sure the economy works for you by fixing our financial system, rebuilding public education, and making sure that schools have the resources they need to educate all of our children,regardless of the languages they speak or their family’s income. And we will provide a path to employment by creating a $4,000 annual college tax credit, a new Community College Partnership Program and new training opportunities for workers, and helping minority-owned small businesses. Many Filipino families rely on family reunification policies to help them build better lives in the United States. However, AAPI families have some of the longest immigration backlogs. That’s why I’ve fought to improve and pass a comprehensive immigration bill. I introduced amendments to put greater emphasis on keeping immigrant families together and to revisit a controversial new pointssystem that would dramatically alter U.S. immigration policy. The Philippines and the United States have long enjoyed a special relationship, and I am committed to building on our strong ties. We can create the changes we seek in America, but only if ordinary people rise up to demand change. Please accept my best wishes for a joyous celebration. I wish you all continued success and blessings in the years to come, and I thank you for your contributions to America. Sincerely, Barack Obama
*did that old white cracker say what I think he did "If it walks like a duck..."*wtf does it mean "the black will take over" *the lady that said-"she's concerned that Michelle and Obama might be anti white" STFU *and to that one white lady note: "he thinks us white people are trash" you are trash but Obama never said you were
*wtf does it mean that "hes a sheep or a wolf in sheep's clothing", and Palin ain't "holy spirit" you mean holy shit that she could be the president. *"just the whole musilm thing..." how bout the whole believing stupid things on tv thing...
VOTE! because as crazy as it is there are some dumb ass people out there that would rather have a cracker mentally unstable guy and a "hockey mom" from alaska running the country over some (Obama-Biden) amazing leaders that the whole world stands behind. Vote! i was hella mad from this about what these racist people say about where America is, and the fact that these people have the right to vote, when they are the ones who are really brainwashed (not the open minded folks like us),but then i put on that LIKE US song my BAMBU check it out
thanks to Anitheiees i got the Paper Trail album (i don't buy commercial shit cause theres too many underground artists out there that are better like-the ATTIK, BAMBU, EYEASAGE, and hella other folks!) anyway was never really a fan of TI, thought it was funny how he be saying whom-i-is sounding like who mama is ...anyway still not really a fan, but I'm feeling some of his songs, and I respect him for this album, his flow is hard and he did what only the best emcees do -showed his vulnerable side-which in the end shows his strength. the southern beats and repetative lyrical content makes it that I can't listen to the album on repeat like Jungle Electric or The Skinny but thats not me hating that's just my preference, but heres a quick run thru of the tracks , I do like that the last few joints got a slower pace Intro –is aight TRACK2 I’m Illy Feeling it! TRACK 3 Ready for Whatever “either die or go to jail, that’s a hell of a decision.” Feeling it for the fact that he’s coming rEal TRACK 4-On top of the World with Luda and B.O.B is aight TRACK 5-Live Your Lifewith Rihanna Gooooes, the lyrics are fresh, they collab real smoothly and it speaks to anyone on the grind with a free spirit. this part right here
T.I: "The hooting and the hollering, back and forth with the arguing Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in Seems as though you lost sight of what's important when depositing Them checks into your bank account and you up out of poverty Your values is in disarray, prioritizing horribly Unhappy with the riches 'cause you piss poor morally Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we?" I'm loving how he's calling people out ! TRACK 6-Whatever You like is aight. catchy catchy TRACK 7-No Matter What I saw the video before anything and this is definitly my favorite! the beat, the flow, the courage, the realness, the pain, the swag... i was gon choose my favorite line but its solid i like it all TRACK 8-My Life Your Entertainment who woulda thunk i would be feeling a Usher TI joint. i think this and track 11 are clever new 'Hi haters' joints that ya can bump in ya ride when...we sick of haters. TRACK 9 -Porn Star it is was it is...bump and grind musica TRACK 10 -Swing Ya Rag nice Swizz beat! TRACK 11-What Up whats haap'nin
funny funny video thats about it TRACK 12 –Every Chance I get Not a fan of this 1. another hi hater joint… TRACK 13-Swagger like Us TI came wit it, I’m not feeling Kanye’s verse right when he says “I’m Christopher Columbus, yall just the Pilgrims” but it still goes… TRACK 14 Slide Show Featuring jLegend my second favorite… TRACK 15 You ain’t missing nothing I love this one as well, T.I does slow beats right… TRACK 16 Dead and Gone The flow is ridiculous…
I would be heartless if i ever lost him cause he's the one and I'm knowing that if he's going i am hurting like being in the dessert and thirsting even if on the outside I'm not showing with out him I would be so lonely cause he's the one by my side that holds me every night...
When its late at night and my mind and soul fight I can't sleep like sirens and gun shots is haunting me but really its just me vivid images of everything from the blood on the cement to the blood on sand of kids in the dessert feeling pain but I would never admit to it so we smile but you can see the pain in our eyes But I can't shut my eyes i stay up late writing rimes But what is that gone do, I feel heartless I can't rest In the night I feel the presence of all those we lost in the streets I may repeat some words cause I feel the same but I gotta make change get these cold thoughts of the brain Aim for the sky, i try but what they hell for when the rich kids ride round with everything handed to em and I could work my whole life and never live that grand am I heartless cause I don't shed tears no more when I hear about another one gone or is this just my defense mechanism cause this world is so wrong
when did I loose my soul I don't know well never and i will never severe my conscious from me that means I will always be free and speaking against injustice and making music they label as conscious that means its not non sense ---W.R. 10pm Freestyle Friday-typing of the dome...
so I ain't heartless but i saw that dumb ass movie W and they tried to force sympathy on the worst president in history when he has blood on his hands why the fuck should we give a damn cause it's all a part of a master plan so to the murderers and CEO's and those that hurt others to gain power to the womanizers and rapists wife beaters schemers, scammers, and anyone throwing money in the air when there's homeless people everywhere who can't eat and sleep on the street I ask How could you be so heartless?
