Okay.. I DID create a blog in which to post all my poetry.. But, it's hard keeping up with one, let alone two.... So I am going to erase it later during the day.... The idea is kind of distressing, but it must be done, because I'm tired of cutting and pasting blogs from my desk top.. I don't care to post my entire piece... outta fear.. notlikei'mahellawriteroranything, just you know.... In case someone does like it.... They gotta either finish it or write a beginning...
We resolve to evolve to the minimalist nature of our character.
We crawled to walk to wait in line for
the opportunity to stand for something;
when we didn't see it,
we sat on our asses and looked for anything.
Anything soon became nothing,
leaving our pockets filled with lint, our minds empty.
We're so far behind we actually believe we're the first coming,
the inception, the beginning,
On CP time, we think we're
trend setters, something to be mimicked.
We are blinded by the utterance of the masses standing before us.
What was once a rumble, is now a mumble.
Cataracts and glaucoma destroyed our hearing.
Information received fell upon deaf eyes.
Hindsight, not 20/20 but 50/50.
A crap shoot.
We fall down, we knock down, we stay down
despite the foresight and vision
having stood on the shoulders of the millions that came before us.
But we wore sunglasses, and were too cool..
Too cool to see that our future had blinders, restrictions..
To cool to acknowledge our fear.
And as our steamy hot piss slips
down the tribal spooks backs
and onto their graves,
We tell ourselves it's sprinkling..
We tell ourselves it's raining
Though the only clouds we see are those which hang on the balance
of despair and confusion.
And the bull shit, like hail
continues to fall.
We stand in the thick of it all
in black face and dance like in a minstrel show.
Our heads heavy with shame.
We picked like cotton in southern summer heat on slave plantation
Niggardly..
Doggedly used by others
For wealth and gain
Hip hop culture new cotton
Names have changed, game's the same
Jive, Def Jam, So So Def
under ownership by Sony, Universal, BMG
Replace Jackson, Jefferson, and Washington.
you don't know his cheating rules,
you can't win...
gotcha working corporate plantations,
selling your people out,
despising the black in you
like that house nigga,
you believe his wealth is yours to share
You shuck and jive
new millennium Amos and Andy
grilled gold and diamond encrusted teeth,
We resolve to evolve to the minimalist nature of our character.
We crawled to walk to wait in line for
the opportunity to stand for something;
when we didn't see it,
we sat on our asses and looked for anything.
Anything soon became nothing,
leaving our pockets filled with lint, our minds empty.
We're so far behind we actually believe we're the first coming,
the inception, the beginning,
On CP time, we think we're
trend setters, something to be mimicked.
We are blinded by the utterance of the masses standing before us.
What was once a rumble, is now a mumble.
Cataracts and glaucoma destroyed our hearing.
Information received fell upon deaf eyes.
Hindsight, not 20/20 but 50/50.
A crap shoot.
We fall down, we knock down, we stay down
despite the foresight and vision
having stood on the shoulders of the millions that came before us.
But we wore sunglasses, and were too cool..
Too cool to see that our future had blinders, restrictions..
To cool to acknowledge our fear.
And as our steamy hot piss slips
down the tribal spooks backs
and onto their graves,
We tell ourselves it's sprinkling..
We tell ourselves it's raining
Though the only clouds we see are those which hang on the balance
of despair and confusion.
And the bull shit, like hail
continues to fall.
We stand in the thick of it all
in black face and dance like in a minstrel show.
Our heads heavy with shame.
We picked like cotton in southern summer heat on slave plantation
Niggardly..
Doggedly used by others
For wealth and gain
Hip hop culture new cotton
Names have changed, game's the same
Jive, Def Jam, So So Def
under ownership by Sony, Universal, BMG
Replace Jackson, Jefferson, and Washington.
you don't know his cheating rules,
you can't win...
gotcha working corporate plantations,
selling your people out,
despising the black in you
like that house nigga,
you believe his wealth is yours to share
You shuck and jive
new millennium Amos and Andy
grilled gold and diamond encrusted teeth,
replace black grease,
that watermelon chicken eating grin ever present
that watermelon chicken eating grin ever present
you put your money where your mouth is
despite the presence of false pretense and security...
hands filled with potential and promise
yet you remain empty
despite the presence of false pretense and security...
hands filled with potential and promise
yet you remain empty
unable to fullfill.......
thir13teen/kdtaylor 2006
Section 8 Coffee publications
all rights reserved.....
thir13teen/kdtaylor 2006
Section 8 Coffee publications
all rights reserved.....
6 comments:
Though Hip Hop is a crown jewel with many different heads upon which to sit, I feel you to a certain extent. "We tell ourselves it's sprinkling. We tell ourselves it's raining Though the only clouds we see are those which hang on the balance of despair and confusion." Our image is one of damage, however, it lacks balance. I can deal with the grillz long as the topics are varied. Great Statement!
I feel you one hundred times over. I do not believe hip hop is the devil.. I just believe it to be, or shall I say, it's truest form, dead, or at least turning over in it's grave.... it was once a great medium in which to get our message and angst across, now.. well, at least most of which recieves radio time, is, as 'chelle says "porno with a beat."
great snippet, can't wait to hear the whole.
"...replace black grease, that watermelon chicken eating grin ever present...despite presence of false pretense and security"...
i often wonder if they truly look at themselves in the mirror, how do they feel at the end of the day, do they ever have restful sleep? do they even understand?
hip hop has lost its way, and i wonder if it will ever find itself to be the means for change and underground revolution it once was...?
ucankeepthatnotlikeimahellariteroranythingbullshittoyourselfyouknowbettercauseuareoneofthebestfuckingwritersiknowsorrydidntmeantocussloveya!
"Cataracts and glaucoma destroyed our hearing. Information received fell upon deaf eyes. Hindsight, not 20/20 but 50/50. A crap shoot."
AWWWWWWW SHYT!!!!!!!!!! i feel like kirk franklin up in here! "do you wanna revolution? whoop whoop?" like shelle, i CANNOT wait to see you perform this! i just might jump on the stage and start beat-boxing!! :)
HELLLLLL
F*&&&&&&&&&KINNNN
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
13333333333333333333333333333!!
Now this is some shit I wanna collab with. :) This has me really really bent right now. I am about to go work on a peice that I have been marinading for a bit, parts done but not complete. GIRL, THIS SHIT IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVORITE PIECE BY YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
Say that shit. Fa real.
Now you are aware that you can down load the microst word thingy from blogger and just chage teh blog you DIRECTLY load up to from word, It fixes that whole, its too hard to blog this twice...
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