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December 26, 2006 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

My mind is consumed with questions
 Along with my body that's surrounded by flesh
This tub coming out my belly is feeding me food
providing oxygen for my premature
Heart and chest
My lungs haven't developed
For me to breathe my first breath
I'm underwater feeling every degree of that 360*
I'm still not fully formed
but wondering how the birth canal missed me
I'm ready to break free
So I start squirming, suddenly
I see this black cloud in front Of me
And my eyes, lungs,
and chest start burning
I feel like I'm fading
loosing consciousness
I can no longer move
This poisonous substance is scary
I'm panicking as it enters my umbilical tube
I'm choking, and suffocating
Searching for oxygen
but it's little to none left in my body
I move my leg to kick the womb
hoping that would wake up mami
so she can save me
I guess I was too late
about an hour later I was born
deformed, a Crack Baby.
Damn!


I always knew mami was a joker
But I never knew mami was a smoker
Now my right arm don't work
My sight don't work right
I'm in NICU on a respirator
and Mami still puffin on that crack pipes.
My father is dark skin,
My mami coffee brown
And my skin is white.
White like the cocaine flowing through me and mother's veins.
 Only a few hours old
And I'm all cried out from the pain,
I'm feeling
Flashes of hot and cold

As IV's invade me
To think
I was dying to get out at first
but now I'm cursing my birth
I'm no bigger than a preemie
My brittle bones engrave me
A lack of oxygen in my blood
Brings slumber
but the light reflecting off the respiratory chamber wakes me,
This trip called life is taking me
It's unfortunate
That I didn't get the full experience and they had to bury me
An infant born deform
A crack baby.

 

December 26, 2006 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Music

I think NaS's new album says it best "HIP HOP IS DEAD".

But what can we do to change it? I grow up an 80's baby (1982 to be exact).

So a lot of what I miss from hip hop comes from the late 80's through the 90's.

How can we keep it illmatic and carry on tradition, when we have every tom, duke, and Harry trying to rhyme, not for the love of the art form, but for the love of the Hustle!

 

Don't get me wrong a lot of new dudes sound cool, but they have nothing really to offer hip hop and its fans, besides money, clothes, and hoes image.  But aren't we partially responsible? After all it is us who keep these images popular. Every time we buy a CD or watch a Video were casting a vote.

Were saying we agree, we agree the lyrics in the song, we agree with the message in the video, and we agree, that this is what we want to hear and see.

Ok, somehow do we fix it?

 

We can't control what gets played on the radio or what gets shown on television.

But we can choose not support what's being air on the radio and television.

That would send a message to the radio stations and TV network, that we don't approve of the images and the messages being promoted by TV and radio.

But that will only slow the bleeding, it won't stop it.

 

Hip Hop is too congested with studio gangsters and fly- by night hustlers.

They'll adapt, Label giants like Sony and Interscope have too much money invested, just to sit by and let their golden goose slip away.

Alright, so what's the Damn Solution?  More Kanye's, more Common's ?

Your guess is as good as mine.

 

But one thing I do know, and that is we can't fix the problem until we're aware of the problem. Until more people start realizing that there's more to Hip Hop, than candy paint, spinners, and staying icy. We can kiss Hip Hop Goodbye!

December 26, 2006 - Tuesday 

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