I love rap
But why does it so often have to be about sex
Slingin’
And yo’ gat
Runnin around in cornrows and plaits
Claimin’ you all that
What about our children?
Grandmothers, aunts and innocent others
Should they see us as blessed, or cursed?
Or perhaps even worse
As just an object
Some makeup in the devil’s purse
Cornrows and plaits were symbols of cultural pride
And all dat got pushed to the side
For a fat knot
And a fresh ride?
And now, you even gotta hide
Fakin’ like you’re hard
But leery wit the jitters
When the cops pull their car
Lettin’ somebody cuff you
And even enCAGE you
After they take you down
Then tryin’ to look all HARD and savvy
When you come back around
An even BIGGER clown
Talking about “man, I can get it back just like that, I know my mind”
But what about yo’ time?
Yeah, we gotta be careful what we listen to
It might overtake you
Leavin’ you sittin’ blue
on a cold metal stool
if you want to play the fool
But rap is a beautiful means of communications
As in commune,
not eradication
Let’s go to our hearts and brain cells, not jails cells and hell
Reflections.
