Does anyone else feel like it's next to impossible to create a coherent/consistent world-view?
We're in such a bizarre transitional period; our priorities as a state and a nation are vague and contradictory. We've become a hegemon, trying to control the world through agressive foreign policy, while
at home, real 'Americans' worship Paris Hilton and Ashton Kutcher.
There is a disconnect between culture and politics, and anyone who's actually aware of politics knows how ridiculously oblivious our culture is.
I know that writing helps me understand/deal with the polarized/angry/fragmented/misinformed world around me. Communication is cathartic. I find an outlet in straight political commentary, and hip hop/spoken word poetry. We're on the brink of a technological revolution that's changing how we interact with one another, and it's hard to tell if things are going to work out.
[Oh, so much more underneath]
Like i said, i'm a writer/hip hop artist. After 9/11 & the neocon rennaisance of 2001-2004, i realized that i HAD to be involved in politics.
Rap is the rawest form of communication - it is one step away from prosletysing. It's rhythmic and primal and real. I'm trying to fuse rap with rational political beleifs. I want to teach people and influence their world view without them knowing that it's happening - kind of like St. Thomas More - except i'm agnostic.
My writing centers around the themes of race, poverty, politics, drugs, and white privledge.
I've pasted two of my recent pieces... Please read them.
[Neocon]
truth, to a zealot feels like a headache
shielded from evils and living in red states
he never aspires to see past the pyre
the cross burning past
the white mans desires
he hides behind
lies and firebrand judgement
lined with biased words that lack substance
with the function to alienate and confuse you
to make you hate the state so that he can abuse you
that's what we're used to.
corporate corrupt kick back, slush fund swiss bank account
secrecy is tantamount, decency expendable
treason is political
the rhetoric is powerful, the evil is subliminal
ive had enough hatred, thanks, i wont take it
i'd rather reflect it or trap it and save it
learn from it, shape it, and use it to change you
conservative racists, i came to deface you
and make you stay true to your roots
the insecure needle-dick childish brute
western identity, so contradictory
all white men are born helpless in infancy
next we aspire to idols of man hood
out racist father, perhaps, or a reverend
yet, the desire to become what you aren't
means aren't what you want, and your'e not who you are
your playing the part, on alert non stop
terrified, cuz you could be exposed as a con
Con. Conservative. Con. Con. Conservative
Remember that racists never vote democrat
they ended segregation, and embedded civil rights in a fuzzy past
funny, that nobody discusses that.
the proletariat,
caught up in irrelevant content like celebrity gossip
or fighting skin heads in a mosh pit
there are so many distractions,
lies damn dirty lies statistics and retractions
the far right wing wanted to go and get saddam
now were stuck in a quagmire worse than vietnam
it all corresponds
allah to the bomb
traditions of lynching and colored pogroms
i read a few books and i slowly awaken
but many stay blind through denial and hatred
imagine the sadness in knowing your heroes
were equally driven by demons and ego
and nothing was real, it was all just a dream named supremacy
jesus and everything,
meaningless memories
most are too weak to acknoledge reality,
sadly they latch to a powerful entity
i'm the white man who's dealt with the bullshit
not some blind rat preaching hell from a pullpit
------
[Fragmented Identity]
I hustle in the sense
that i sell weed and pills to my friends for
a few extra bills or a pack of cigarettes
but don't act like i'm a dealer or i'll never give you shit
cuz i'm really just the kid with the connects
i'd rather sit and chill
with a spliff in my hand
a pen and a pad
rhymes runnin through my head
i've got money from my dad and my mom
smoking grams of the chron
i dont have to flip dimes or sell balls
i never went to prom
i never did a line
i just had to spit a rhyme
in the basement the silence
is wasting my time
this impatient desire for greatness is chafing my mind
So i roll up an eighth like a dime
I blazed till my my eyes were so glazed
i was blind in amazement of mice
that's pretty much every night of my life
in the past two and a half since i picked up the pipe
White man grown from a white boy choked in the white noise spoke with a white voice.
Post 9/11 i'm explicitly fed up with this southern run government, mother fuck all of it.
I'm just trying to expose you to my world view
divorced from all authority
never had a curfew
somehow i made it from angry white teen
to gifted human being with actual beleifs
but i gotta keep it real in the sense
that i still get high and take pills for the evil in my head
every night, every day, every weekend,
refining the timing inside of the sequence
I want to look over the edge without falling off the deepend
Emboldened but humbled, and strengthened - or something
it wasn't ever mentioned and it was never taught
i'm searching for the city where the hypocrites are lost
it could be on the block in the middle of new york
where the people share all thoughts
and ideas spread like small pox
white man grown from a white boy stoned in the white smoke spoke in a white voice. Post 9/11 i'm explicitly fed up with this, young corrupt culture, man, mother fuck all of it.
when i come with that 'mother fuck all of it'
i'm mostly just talkin bout politics.
i've watched as the republicans fucked working america
killed faceless arabs, and ruined reputations with the neighbors.
-----------------
I'm always writing something new, so stay tuned.
[If you've made it this far, please leave a comment. Perhaps a line you liked or didn't like. I'm a big boy, so i can handle criticism]