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This is prety awesome. But... do not hunch. Your physical frame commands you to stand upright proudly, and prepare to meet everyones eyes happily and ably. Your time is approaching, and you should think new beginnings, not the unchangeable losses of your past. YOu have dwelt on them enough. Those evil minions will experience their own demise according to the universe and it's will upon them; everyone's story is yet unwritten, friend. Breathe deeply, and live.
Lastnight I had a dream, a tale to tell, I dreamt I saw an angel, poor thing wasn't well. His body bruised and battered, his wings were ripped and torn, He could hardly walk, he looked so tired and worn. I walked right up to him, "Angel, how could this be", He turned around, and paused a bit, then said these words to me:
"I'm your guardian angel, a great task, as you can see, You've run so wild all of your life, look what you've done to me. These bruises are from shelding you in times when you were ill, Those dangerous drugs and alcohol, I've often paid the bill. You say my wings are torn and battered, it's a nobel badge I wear, How often I've flown you from evil when you were unaware. You've made me wish more than once I was unemployed when you can finally make it on your own, you'll need not fear or worry, for I will never leave you alone.
I could not believe all that I heard, much less how he cared, I cried upon his shoulders, then left him in despair. The next morning, I saw sin and wondered, "Should I try?" And in the distance, I thought I heard my guardian angel cry.
By: Kai Harris
(note to reader)
And for the record, I don't believe in no god, church was forced on me as a child, so the church didn't lose me, neva had me!
HipHop, like these other american youth driven music forms have once again proven the nay sayers wrong, and in fact, both Nigger and Nigga are found in the lyrics of our elders music, which constitutes an irony of contradiction, well, unless white american youth never uttered the words to their favorite black recording artist. (postering selective morality issues).
HipHop has taken the word Nigga into the present with full knowledge that the word Nigga had evolved over 300 years into a psychological weapon, and HipHop has "devolved" it, underminding the whole system, using a single medium: Two Turn Tables and a Microphone, a physical manifestation of our reality.
Not bad at all for a bunch of lil Niggaz, and only within one generation, (and counting), recognizing the value in the method, and in being a Nigga, HipHop became just as much about P.R. (public relations) as it was profit.
Worldwide, multi-cultural, intergenerational influence, a sign of the times that confirms the saying that its not about Black & White, but about the green, some people refuse to recognize is that even poor people are being raised in this capitalist society, and left to fend for ourselves, and Rap is our voice. (6 of 6)
Slave traders and slave owners are the original distorters of this word that can ben traced to mean: Home of the Negroes, depending on how far back one is willing to search, becomes redistorted when our very own sustain and exacerbate self-hatred by conceeding the word to negative conotations and delivering the word back into the hands of those that designed the historical context distortions, fed to slaves.
Distorting the name we call home, did not alter the DNA of ma generation. What about you?
Distorting our dance with names like cooning, and Jiggabooing, failed to alter the DNA of my generation. What about you?
Distorting the Drum, melodic and tonal resonance, vibration and energies to the devils music couldn't alter the DNA of my generation. What about you?
A New Generation of inner city urban youth is saying that if what happened in 1619 was wrong, then circa 2016 is no different. We are the direct descendants from a people so genetically unique, that even our oral tradition has survived through rappers like young Travis Scott, be it by way of conscious or unconscious efforts, The New Generation has taken a complex, afforded this complex expression, and have recieved love, respect and adoration worldwide, even coming full circle to the heart's of youth on the African continent, The Home of the Negroes.
There is a proper context that real Niggaz recognize, from Graffitti Writers, Poets, Rappers and creative writers, and astist, the mass incarcerated and from the street; "Even self inflicted wombs are treatable."
RSS
Your time is approaching, and you should think new beginnings, not the unchangeable losses of your past.
YOu have dwelt on them enough. Those evil minions will experience their own demise according to the universe and it's will upon them; everyone's story is yet unwritten, friend.
Breathe deeply, and live.
Guardian Angel
Lastnight I had a dream, a tale to tell,
I dreamt I saw an angel, poor thing wasn't well.
His body bruised and battered, his wings were ripped and torn,
He could hardly walk, he looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to him, "Angel, how could this be",
He turned around, and paused a bit, then said these words to me:
"I'm your guardian angel, a great task, as you can see,
You've run so wild all of your life, look what you've done to me.
These bruises are from shelding you in times when you were ill,
Those dangerous drugs and alcohol, I've often paid the bill.
You say my wings are torn and battered, it's a nobel badge I wear,
How often I've flown you from evil when you were unaware.
You've made me wish more than once I was unemployed
when you can finally make it on your own,
you'll need not fear or worry, for I will never leave you alone.
I could not believe all that I heard, much less how he cared,
I cried upon his shoulders, then left him in despair.
The next morning, I saw sin and wondered, "Should I try?"
And in the distance, I thought I heard my guardian angel cry.
By: Kai Harris
(note to reader)
And for the record,
I don't believe in no god,
church was forced on me as a child,
so the church didn't lose me,
neva had me!
-Tako (Tayo?)
Poetry, Prose & Condz Vol II
and in fact, both Nigger and Nigga are found in the lyrics of our elders music, which constitutes an
irony of contradiction, well, unless white american youth never uttered the words to their favorite
black recording artist. (postering selective morality issues).
HipHop has taken the word Nigga into the present with full knowledge that the word Nigga had evolved over
300 years into a psychological weapon, and HipHop has "devolved" it, underminding the whole system,
using a single medium: Two Turn Tables and a Microphone, a physical manifestation of our reality.
Not bad at all for a bunch of lil Niggaz, and only within one generation, (and counting),
recognizing the value in the method, and in being a Nigga, HipHop became just as
much about P.R. (public relations) as it was profit.
Worldwide, multi-cultural, intergenerational influence, a sign of the times that confirms the saying that its
not about Black & White, but about the green, some people refuse to recognize is that even poor people
are being raised in this capitalist society, and left to fend for ourselves, and Rap is our voice. (6 of 6)
Slave traders and slave owners are the original distorters of this word that can ben traced to
mean: Home of the Negroes, depending on how far back one is willing to search, becomes
redistorted when our very own sustain and exacerbate self-hatred by conceeding the
word to negative conotations and delivering the word back into the hands of those that
designed the historical context distortions, fed to slaves.
Distorting the name we call home, did not alter the DNA of ma generation. What about you?
Distorting our dance with names like cooning, and Jiggabooing, failed to alter the DNA of my
generation. What about you?
Distorting the Drum, melodic and tonal resonance, vibration and energies to the devils music couldn't
alter the DNA of my generation. What about you?
A New Generation of inner city urban youth is saying that if what happened in 1619 was wrong, then circa 2016 is no different. We are the direct descendants from a people so genetically unique, that even our
oral tradition has survived through rappers like young Travis Scott, be it by way of conscious or
unconscious efforts, The New Generation has taken a complex, afforded this complex expression, and have
recieved love, respect and adoration worldwide, even coming full circle to the heart's of youth
on the African continent, The Home of the Negroes.
There is a proper context that real Niggaz recognize, from Graffitti Writers, Poets, Rappers and creative writers,
and astist, the mass incarcerated and from the street; "Even self inflicted wombs are treatable."
--Piankhi