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I'm not good with titles, but it doesn't take away from what I'm trying to get across, I'm very straight forward. This was initially inspired by Ms. Esthero's track "We R N Need of a Musical Revolution", my son's eyes & well being, and a good convo about the flip flop wanna be hip hop bullshit with a friend. This is better vocalized, but oh well, till then this can do aye? =0)
“Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own… For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand. Play with your own score sheet” -Andre Benjamin
“I’m so sick and tired of all the shit on the radio…” A song bird releases and I release back my amen…
I sit back and I question… The children... What about the children? Does anyone realize they’re force-fed empty songs? Little girls are dippin it low, haven’t got ass wiping down packed But they to want to- “walk it out, and walk it out and walk it out and walk it out” Slow down baby; take time to crawl first
Dead prez in mind…“Turn off the radio, Turn off that bullshit”!
Your empty songs lure them to dive in headfirst They fall for your melodic holocaust You line them up, one by one, naked Dancing to your rhythm of self-hate Thuggin, gangsta leanin, c walkin To the gas chambers of their fate Radio won’t APB to tell the little Kings & Queens to come back Yo, it’s NOT too late for self-preservation!
“Turn off the radio, Turn off that bullshit”!
Mr. Bling Bling your selfish money-oriented rappin Is trappin… Doesn’t tickle my fancy… Doesn’t soothe wounds in self-esteems Doesn’t cultivate creativity Doesn’t set captives free Doesn’t give them the positive Capabilities Stability Immobility Solidity Serenity Tranquility Harmony Peacefully Simply the courtesy Of a chance to L-O-V-E… Where’s the L-O-V-E?
When the hell did love go out of style? That’s not what I heard from Stevie, Luther and Donny All the while… “Bitches ain’t shit but ho’s and tricks” Gripped dicks hollerin cool dog shit “This gold grill makes ya trill” “This ice, put it on twice makes ya supa nice” A Kanye fitness make ya 1 of the baddest bitches And don’t forget ya Vans and Air Force Ones…
Birthing out Lost Ones
Little Queens, a phat ass doesn’t validate nor equate your beauty It’ll never replace your womanry I know it hurts… Little Kings, your material possessions don’t become your self worth nor does it care to love you Understand now Your soul was born to the beat of another drum un-synthesized and formed from love expressions beyond MTV’s eyes
“I’m so sick and tired of all the shit on the radio” A songbird releases and I release back my Amen…
I concur… I rebel I refuse I excel to expel Your senseless musicals Your soul-less Murderous Spineless Careless Loveless musicals Will be the objects In the fire amidst of my rain dance
Radio off with your head! I’m taking a stand for the many ears You’ve raped Rewrite history That you’re the true cause of ear infections Have a zillion ear march that conquered and banned your bullshit
And LOVE is the poppin dance to dance And LOVE is the poppin thing to be… And LOVE is the poppin thing to sing L-O-V-E be the poppin thing for eternity
“Turn off the radio, Turn off that bullshit”! ----------
I'm Back!
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