Whattup My Peoples!!
I got this school assignment to write a letter to someone reflecting on what I'm learning and discussing the access I have to the type of education I'm getting. Usually, I am pretty friggin skeptical of such an art-based assignment, but this class got my wheels turning in the best ways. I'm gon keep this one short, let me know what you think.
thursday night freewrite -
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oh... and I wanted to post the lyrics for those that are visual learners
Been havin trouble rappin lately,
Harder to draw out my thoughts then a Map of hades
Its hell to try honesty when what sells
grabbin ladies asses and flaggin like a navy casket
fear of conscious labels, got my droppin fables
don’t wanna get boxed in like the cost of cable
not often able to criticize myself when written rhymes im spittin describe someone else
ima champ, local battle scene supplying the belt
but it drains me cause im already fighting myself
it’s a terrible cycle, haters think I wanna be an American idol like simon would help
getting signed and flippin dimes not my type of wealth
so I find that I climb in my mind when my kindness is felt
in the deepest core, if I forget the struggles of the streets that poor
what am I speaking for?
for me to get here, someone had to leave the door
Open, so I ask my ancestors to teach me more/ potent
techniques of war, hide in the jungle like the feet of boars
crush kernels like eatin corn
[break] cops treat us like fema when they clean up storms
so we bustin at their faces like the peak of porn
mostly white folks that get to sleep indoors
resistance for existence theres no either or be informed
[horn[ my hoods far from a place thats hardly bad most hood weeds stress or prolly shwag
my homies servin molly bags thats all he has prolly cause he had nobody to say call me dad
so when i talk to him long distance i say yo call me bacc so i know you
safe, i love you mang, wanna know you stay away from path involvin straps, fallings fast
used to see a greater purpose to the service of rap creator
now i scratch the surface of cant interpret all the layers
cause college wants me searchin for a major then researchin for a paper
never workin so that later i can work on skills to build a world with perfect neighbors
its ridiculous indigenous murkings havent tapered
guess they keeping us alive to have a source of labor
if you makin it in business you their diverseful flavor
thats rare as preparing herring for oceanic craters
fareal thats why i feel a token persons anger
give us hoods and reservations then push us of our acres /
unaware their lack of cares a priveledg that cursin gangsters
ironic, hella rappers tryna be an urban savior
im just drawin my dreams in the words of painters
i've heard some haters say im never gonna be a maker
of music listened to by major labels or on cable
they're confused, i dont do this for accrruements
more for the hues in lands the west labels unstable
those who dont resist cause survival got their plateful
im priveledge to think about it and im grateful that im able
painfully stay together like a packet that is stapled
mad-town got me wilder then horses outta stables
as far as trees im burnin maples until we turn the tables
we're more than able