Music plays in real time
Life is playing is slow mo….
Helicopters over head.
Sirens blarin down the street
Shorty got her hands on her hips
Rollin her head back and forth
Talkin about her ain’t shit nigga
That she know she can’t get enough of
That ain’t shit nigga Is out doin his dirt and keepin his phone on vibrate
But before he makes it home
He’s gon stop at the store to make sure he gets her those J’s tho…..
On the other side of town
There’s a girl comin home from work
Anxious to see her son She cherishes every second spent
Cause she doesn’t know when the last one will be
Born into domestic poverty, on both sides She did what she had to
Now she lives with her blessing and her life sentence
Everyday is a struggle but it’s a gift called the present…..
Now take a trip downtown
And you’ll find the girl
Condo, car, career, 6 figure portfolio
But her bed is cold
Her condo is vacant, just like her heart
She concentrated so hard on the grind She forgot the degree and the 401k couldn’t keep her warm at night
So she wanders aimlessly through the home
And hears the echos of the family
She doesn’t see in her future.
Then in the center of it all
There’s a girl
Who just tries to live day to day
The only thing that sustains her is faith
Because Humanity is futile and fleeting
They say is pain is temporary,
But she feels that certain wounds will never heal
She keeps her head up tho
Cause she knows it could be worse
What do you call her?
What do you call them?….
I call them bone, Adam’s rib
The personification of beauty
Both tender and tough
Strength in it’s purest form
Life that keeps on giving
The upkeep and continuation of legacies never forgotten
She is song and dance walking down the street
She is The Word in the flesh
She’s the around the way girl
That’s what I call her.
So for the last few days, I’ve been contemplating this question. Why, as a people would we be offended, when most of the images that are put out there are of us acting like animals? Yesterday a video came to WSHH.com of a young girl GIVING THE BUSINESS to another young girl. And it was all over ‘twitter beef’. Subsequently, the young girl is in lock up now facing assault charges. About a week and a half ago, I saw another video from the same website, of an all out brawl in a Polish shop in Chicago after some girls got out of a party. Of course none of them were acting like ladies.
So again, I ask. Why exactly should we be offended when they say things about us, when all we put out about ourselves is garbage? When we rush to the fight with our camera phones ready, yelling ‘Nigga, this is join on World Star’? Why be upset when they say we have no kouf or act right? When clearly, we don’t. When I say this, I’m to talking about the whole of ‘us’, because some of us do. But I think we need to be a little bit more mindful of the images we put out of ourselves. IJS…..
SOOOOOOOO y’all know ho I feel about my Wale & Meek Mill right? SOOO y’all can imagine how excited I was when I saw the cover art for Dreamchasers 2, which will be available on April 24th, on DatPiff.com. Shout out to my Pi Bruh Pete for sending it to me. Have I mentioned that I CAN NOT WAIT to get this tape. Mannnnnn, another great summer for MMG.
Why settle for eventually, when you can have what you want now?
I’ll setllle for eternity tho
Cause my determination will keep me going
The grind doesn’t include sleep
Hustlers, we rest one eye up
Guess I can attribute this insominac gene to dream I never have
I refuse to receive anything less than what He has for me
If that makes me bourgeois, WELP….
Ambitious is a useless label if you don’t live out it’s meaning
I am each syllable personifiedNo bragging done by me
My work speaks volumes and google helps a bit
Check me outI’m not a redbone with long hair
I’m cocoa with thick skin, strong will
And the desire to be more
To give myself to whatever makes my around me
Match how I feel on the inside
Beautiful, strong, founded, and priceless……
Tupac’s Shukar’s CRAZY performance, by hologram at this weekend’s Coachella in LA.
April 4, 1968… We were rocked as a people. We lost someone who we thought was our hope. He was someone who wanted to see Justice and equality for all, not just African Americans. People forget about his work with the sanitation workers. Some 44 years later, we are a country still separate from the whole. We are looked at as hoods and thugs. We are a people who mourn the loss of a child, who’s name is added to a list of lives that were senselessly lost. We are still inferior in some eyes and in some circles.
We like to think that things have changed, but current events show that things are very much the same. We unfortunately live in a time where you can kill a child, and you can get away with it. We live in a place a hoodie is something makes you suspicious. We live in a country where being brown isn’t something that’s considered beautiful.
When my mother was 17, I don’t think she thought the climate of this country would be where it is today.
I appreciate the message in this video. It’s really hard for women in these types of relationships to walk away.
R.I.P. Miss Houston