You Can’t Handle The Truth…
I suppose my life would be a lot easier for me if I just stayed inside my parent’s house and used the money that I spend now on my mortgage, my car note, my insurance, my light bill and my cable bill on weed and booze.
I would prah’lee consider some uneducated rapper to be worthwhile entertainment. My goals in life would be to basically milk out my existence on my parent’s dime. My pregnant girlfriend could just sleep in my bedroom with me. It’s the same bedroom that I have had all my life. The Batman stickers I put on my dresser in fifth grade are still there. The front of the drawers have fallen off now.
My room is pretty neat because my mom and my girlfriend keep it clean for me. They do my laundry and the grocery shopping. Whenever I go into the kitchen there is always something for me to drink or eat. I heat up a package of Hot Pockets and I return to my room. I have work to do on the internet. My work mostly consists of visiting Hip-Hop websites and downloading music. My iPod has every mixtape that was dropped this calendar year. I think I will tell my mom to buy me a new iPod every year when I fill up the old one. My mom and dad have money to spend on me like that because they have been working forever…
I only wish that I could live this blissfully ignorant lifestyle. It’s a perfect twelve year old’s life that many people in their twenties still perpetuate. It happens when you have a parent or parents that don’t value education or a determined work ethic. Or it could be that their child just isn’t built for the everyday responsibility and rigors of the real world. That’s the more than likely excuse. So instead of telling their child the truth that he/she might be a diddun-diddun the parents just allow the child to eke out a marginal lifestyle.
Some people that have been poorly educated think that being a responsible adult means that their lives won’t contain any fun any longer. The truth is that with more education your lifestyle and the things that you enjoy for entertainment takes on another level. Imagine using your passport to leave the country. Cancun, Paris, St. Maarten and London are all stamped into my passport. I am gonna shoot the shot for Cuba this summer. They have a Hip-Hop festival in the late summer called Black August and this might be the last year to see Cuba in all of it’s faded glory before Castro is finally replaced.
My idea of fun is seeing someone beautiful in a faraway place and trying to figure out who they remind me of in New York City. My idea of fun is experiencing Hip-Hop culture in all of these remote places and finding that the people that do it respect the architects. Shit is so real overseas you can’t imagine. Dudes in Paris were bumping Public Enemy and ‘Fuck The Police’ during a month long riot two years ago. I traveled to the record stores and the sneaker shops in the suburbs and to a man Parisian Hip-Hop fans mostly agreed that NaS > Jay-Z. True story.
I don’t think rap or Hip-Hop should ever rid itself of the carefree aesthetic that it has made incredibly popular. I just want the artists that practice rap and Hip-Hop to be masters of their craft. Just like Picasso you have to keep improving your craft. That means you have to change your content. If the only pictures that you are able to paint contain your necklace and your car wheels then you aren’t even an artist anymore. You’re just redundant. You are boring. I’ve traveled too far and seen too much to stay impressed with rappers who are obviously corporate pawns. That type of shit only interests the miseducated and the white supremacists who want to keep folks stuck in that hole.
Don’t be confused either into thinking that because someone listens to rap music that they aren’t down with the plan for white supremacy. I see some of these music critics talk about how real these rappers are and it reminds me of the European clergymen that used the teachings of Christ to subjugate Africans as pawns in order to ensnare other Africans. I’m not saying that all whites can’t be trusted because that isn’t the case either. It’s just that most of them couldn’t care less whether you jigs got an education and progressed because then they might end up being the folks serving you lunch through the drive-thru at Wendy’s. Still and all, regular white folk, even though they benefit from supremacy aren’t the biggest problem.
The biggest problem is that young Black and Brown people don’t believe in their majesty. It doesn’t just reside in some of us. It exists in all of us. I am somebody. I am not talking that African king shit, but I’m speaking on the knowledge that I am capable of shaping my universe through my hard work and my determination. So are you. Supremacy has put all kinds of messages inside of it’s media machine to make you think that you fate is pre-destined. My options in life are limitless as long as I believe in myself and I do. You all should do the same.
The music I listen to…
TY featuring De La Soul ‘The Idea’