Category Archives: Lyrics & wordz

This verse always pops into my mind from time to time. It so eloquently speaks on Jay-Z’s struggle with being in a new life when the old life is all he knows and loves. For some reason it just speaks to me. No matter how hard you try to change you are still you. You can try to change the top layer but when you pull it back you are still the same you underneath. Why not just accept it? Make it better. Thrive in it. Do you and those who hate it can either love it or leave you alone!

The key is to accept you–the good, the bad and the ugly. I heard it earlier today and I think it’s one of his best verses ever…

This is random. I know. I was just feeling like this today. How I got to be me is just how I am. Compromising that will only last for so long. I have to and will forever get mine. Lyrics under the cut. Indirectly I feel every line…Feel free to take what you want from it…

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So the verdict was handed down Wednesday. Not guilty. Black man murdered, excuse me, SLAUGHTERED by a gang of police officers and they walk away unpunished. And why? Because the officers claim they overheard one of the guys say, “Yo go get my gun!” (Sorry but that sounds a bit suspect to me. Who screams that out? That is so hollywood.) Anyway, I understand that being a police officer is a dangerous job but I have this inherit distrust of people in that profession. I make no apologies for that considering the things I have personally witnessed. Cases like these surely do not help.

The most important part that I feel no one is discussing is the WAY Sean Bell was killed. One officer fired 31 shots. THIRTY ONE??? Police officers are professionals. They have been trained to handle situations like these or so I thought. If no one is shooting back at you, WHY is there a need to continue shooting? This officer RELOADED! That is just inhumane. There is no justification for that type of ambush. NONE.

It just proves that this country thinks the lives of blacks are cheap and easily wasted. I have nothing else to say on this. Lauryn Hill said it best:

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I woke up from a nap and starting typing…Today is a day for words…

Streams of my unconsciousness under the cut…

 

Thinking of you

And what it do

When you smile

How it lights up

My room

As I beg 4 you

2 come in

I stand defenseless to your sin

that is, If you believe every word in the bible is true

This is how I feel

Like my lips on yours

Real

It’s now on you

So will you abuse

The trust

And mischaracterize my change 4 lust

To be replaced

By something familiar

Someone safe

Something old

Be bold I tell myself

Be bold

Scream

Kick

Shout

Cry

Prepare to die

 

Stream of my unconscious is thinking of you

And what it do

When you smile

And how it lights up

My room

As I beg 4 you

2 come in

 

 

 

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The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance…
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids…
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there….
God…how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens….loudly screamed….
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams…
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.
- M. Angelou

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I salute you and I am personally appreciative for all that you did for this country. “I have a Dream” Speech under the cut…

 

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I wonder if James Baldwin’s letter would be considered hate speech these days?

Below is an excerpt from Baldwin’s MY DUNGEON SHOOK LETTER TO MY NEPHEW ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE EMANICIPATION.

 ”…Know whence you came.  If you know whence your came, there is really no limit to where you can go.  The details and symbols of your life have been deliberately constructed to make you believe what white people say about you.  Please try to remember that what that believe, as well as what they do and cause you to endure, does not testify to your inferiority but to their inhumanity and fear.  Please try to be clear, dear James, though the storm which rages about your youthful head today, about the reality which lies behind the words acceptance and integration.  There is no reason for you to try to become like white people and there is no basis whatever for their impertinent assumption that they must accept you.  The really terrible thing, old buddy, is that you must accept them.  And I mean that very seriously.  You must accept them and accept them with love.  For these innocent people have no other hope.  They are, in effect, still trapped in a history which they do not understand; and until they understand it, they cannot be released from it.  They have had to believe for so many years, and for innumerable reasons, that black men are inferior to white men. 

Many of them, indeed, know better, but, as you will discover, people find it very difficult to act on what they know.  To act is to be committed, and to be committed is to be in danger.  In this case, the danger, in the minds of most white Americans, is the loss of identity.  Try to imagine how you would feel if you woke up one morning to find the sun shinning and all the stars aflame.  You would be frightened because it is our of the order of nature.  Any upheaval in the universe is terrifying because it so profoundly attacks one’s sense of one’s own reality.  Well, the black man has functioned in the white man’s world as a fixed star, as an immovable pillar: and as he moves out of his place, heaven and earth are shaken to their foundations.  Read More »

THIS IS ONE OF KANYE’S BEST…

[Verse 2 - Kanye West]

I know it’s been a while sweetheart
We hardly talk I was doing my thang
I know it was foul baby
A bay, lately, you been all on my brain
And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
Frontin though, yo I wouldn’t wanna know
If somebody woulda told me a year ago
It’ll go get this difficult
Feelin like Katrina with no F.E.M.A.
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory’s museum
I’m just sayin, hey Mona Lisa come home
You know you can’t +Rome+ without +Caesar+