Oh where do I start? I think Aaron Mcgruder explained the majority of what's wrong with black america in two words: Nigga Moments. In short, he described these so called 'nigga moments' as events in which niggas act irresponsibly, ignorantly, and just plain dumb. Like when you accidently step on a nigga's shoes. Not only will that nigga get mad as hell at your ass, call you all kinds of 'bitches' and 'motherfuckers', diss your mother and your father, and spit all in your face while he's cussing your ass out-the nigga'll step all over your new kicks too! And you know you just bought those with the cash that was supposed to pay for that cell phone (in your momma's name)!!!! So you end up callin' that nigga all kinds of 'bitches' and 'motherfuckers' and long story short, the police end up putting a total of 5,000 rounds in both of you. Trust me, I had it happen once, it wasn't pretty. Now, now-for my Caucasian audience who may be wondering "Why do these people care so much for their foot apparel?" Let me explain. As many of you know, niggas hardly ever pay their bills. Why? Because they gotta be flossin' in the tightest whips, with the biggest rims, nicest watches, etcetera. So the next time you see a nigga in a Escalade, sittin' on 44 inch spinners with run-flats, just know that that nigga'll be homeless next month, cuz his ass spent the rent, light bill, heat bill, and that 5,000 he borrowed from his momma-on that god-damned car. Here's something you should always take with you when venturing into the ghetto: The richer the nigga looks, the badder the house that the nigga lives in looks. If you see a nigga decked out like Mr. T, chances are that he's a vagabond, or he lives in his momma's basement.
My next complaint against nigga society is the fact that niggas don't know how to treat women. I mean, you'd be surprised that half of the niggas rappin' on your tv screen are married men! So why the hell do they have all those phat booty bitches up in their videos? Now they got all these young niggas runnin' around getting girls pregnant and then movin' on to the next one! What the hell?! So now we got dumb niggas havin' 'lil nigga kids who'll grow up dumb as hell because momma was too young to know anything in the first place! Shit! I can't stand these young niggas! damn! Anyways....
My final complaint is niggas, and education. I'll be damned if getting a good education meant turnin' a nigga into a full fledged uncle tom! Soon as a nigga hears about another nigga makin somethin of himself, all you hear is "Aw, dat nigga ain't shit-wit his uncle tom ass!" Damn, ain't that a shame?! Some niggas would rather be in and out of jail than puttin' their energy in some damn books. If niggas put as much energy in education as they did getting arrested and making illegitimate kids-we'd have a race of smart african americans, not all these dumb ass niggas wit these crazy ass names like leshuandrekwan, and kevintrekweleisha-yall know what yall be namin yo kids-all those crazy ass names, niggas growin up , can't read, can't write, can't even pronounce they own god damn names!
Yall niggas oughta be ashamed of yoselves! I'm out!
-Unkle Haschel B. Williams
Monday, March 30, 2009
Love is War
The pain, the triumph, blood on the hands of one another
It is bitterness and envy, that make enemies out of lovers.
We march on, with courage in our eyes and fear within our hearts;
As time folds upon us, each crease a division between present and past,
Our strength is what fails us, our faith cannot last.
We fear that we are reaching the edge,
and that feeling is what we regret the most;
It is not in weakness or lack of trust, that we should boast.
Weary, yet eager, our determination making us ill,
It is strength in numbers, not hope that is keeping us, still.
As eyes look toward heaven, hands stretched towards the sky
We wonder in amazement, at how life passes us by.
Like the speed of a bullet, from the resounding crack of a gun,
In the end, once we've found each other, the batle has been won.
At the finale of this adventure, in our quest to settle the score,
we put aside all of the tension, and lay down our weapons of war.
Instead, we take up new arms, in the comfort of one another's,
Where nothing else matters, neither friend nor foe; sisters nor brothers.
The lives we've led, have now been brought together;
We are prisoners of this war,
for the chains connecting our hearts cannot be severed.
Copyrighted 2008- Joshua Stone
It is bitterness and envy, that make enemies out of lovers.
We march on, with courage in our eyes and fear within our hearts;
As time folds upon us, each crease a division between present and past,
Our strength is what fails us, our faith cannot last.
We fear that we are reaching the edge,
and that feeling is what we regret the most;
It is not in weakness or lack of trust, that we should boast.
Weary, yet eager, our determination making us ill,
It is strength in numbers, not hope that is keeping us, still.
As eyes look toward heaven, hands stretched towards the sky
We wonder in amazement, at how life passes us by.
Like the speed of a bullet, from the resounding crack of a gun,
In the end, once we've found each other, the batle has been won.
At the finale of this adventure, in our quest to settle the score,
we put aside all of the tension, and lay down our weapons of war.
Instead, we take up new arms, in the comfort of one another's,
Where nothing else matters, neither friend nor foe; sisters nor brothers.
The lives we've led, have now been brought together;
We are prisoners of this war,
for the chains connecting our hearts cannot be severed.
Copyrighted 2008- Joshua Stone
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