Monthly Archives: April 2012

Woman

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

Woman

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.

Kenza Ashley

Why Be Offended?

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…..

Dreamchasers 2

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.

www.twitter.com/MeekMill 

Me

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……

 

44 Years Later

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.