AmeriKKKan Gangster

The Rockefellers

How many times have we all heard the story of the poor, struggling drug dealer forced into a life of crime because of his hard-luck story and a system of inequality? The rags-to-riches-to-prison sob story has become so redundant that it has become somewhat of a cliche'. Well, the story that I would be interested in seeing is how (so-called) American dynasties like the Kennedys, Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, et al. made their vast fortunes off of illegal activities, syndicated crime, monopolies, blood-money, chattel slavery and how they had the foresight and devilish intelligence to parlay (i.e. get the tax free money while you can and get tha f#%k out)…

Today throughout urban areas wanna-be gangster caricatures are allowed to ravage their own communities, unfettered and are able to hold the good, decent people hostages in their own communities by a feeling of powerlessness, apathy and corrupt uncaring persons who are sworn to “protect and serve” (whom?) paid by their own tax dollars. Yet, these buffoonish parasites are allowed to suck the life force out of areas that could be otherwise thriving. These so-called gangsters don’t even have the intellect to be inconspicuous or clandestine, but opt to be seen with their brief flash, standing out like a peacock and wonder why they are “profiled”. Even the most “successful” have a shelf-life of fresh fish because of their propensity for “bling”and are either murdered or shipped off as an informant, going out as a snitch castrated by the very system that they claim to have so much disdain for, condemned to spend the rest of their pathetic, unproductive lives in prison; totally stripped of the bags of cash and loot that they managed to accumulate, which apparently weighed them down as an albatross around their necks just as the gaudy gold chains that they seem gravitate towards, like a mosquito speeding towards that bluish light that will inevitably zap them.

Please answer this question, why would someone purportedly making one million dollars a day (or even weekly or monthly, for God's sake) not take that money and go legit at some point?  The answer to that rhetorical question is greed and stupidity, which is a catastrophic combination.

Gangster, is taking gun powder from one continent (China)… taking people from another continent and making them work for you for hundreds of years for no pay (Africa)… coming to a new continent and then evicting the existing tenants and making them foreigners in their own land (American Indians), creating a monopoly and a license to ravish the entire world for century after century, pillaging each place of it's resources in the process and to then have the audacity centuries later to utter a syllable about someone pulling themselves up by their bootstraps, when not only your bootstraps but your entire boot itself is indeed stolen. Not only that, but with a straight face to then concoct a term called “reverse discrimination” while you have had unfathomable advantages and the very people that you held captive for so long have picked up where you left off to continue to create self-inflicted wounds in their mutilated state of confusion (à la Stockholm Syndrome).

For a person like Rockefeller who was uneducated to be able to catapult generations of his family with wealth so that are not restrained by with the daily pursuit of earning a living, free to indulge in the arts, human interest, philanthropy, or whatever they see fit and to be able to manipulate your environment via politics and political connections and influence reaching world-wide. Their palatial upstate New York estate has once been described as “the kind of place that God would have built, if only he had the money”... Now that is Gangster!

The Downfall Of Hip-Hop… The Day Hip-Hop Died

…Houston we have a problem! Being of the first generation of hip-hop, the first time that I heard of N.W.A. in the late eighties I knew that there was a problem and that the music that I had fallen deeply in love with would never be the same again. Just as if your woman had been molested or raped by some dirty, demented, cretin. The bastardization of this beautifully creative, positively expressive yet urbanely benign form of expression had officially begun.

Just as some our best Black organizations in history of civilization were started with the best of intentions (The Black Panther Party and The Nation of Islam), they were later infiltrated by “outsiders” (FBI, CIA, etc.), contaminated and became corrupted; the same thing was allowed to occur to Hip-Hop by the beast of capitalism and commercialism, the epitome of Black-on-Black crime and yet another cog in the down-ward spiral of our Black communities.

To me anything south of Philly was in another genre. Like comparing a beautifully crafted vehicle like a Mercedes to a mere “car”, such as a Kia. No comparison whatsoever. No longer “Hip-Hop”… this clamor was instead only rap, or better yet insipidly wretched noise.

An 180 degree switch occurred from, lyrical content (actually talking about something)… to focusing on beats, misogyny and self-hate all under the guise of “street reporting”… [*said in a dumb, slave-like manner*] “We are just reportin’ what we see happenin’ on the skreets” (massah... Mr. Record Label). What they neglected to acknowledge through the thick fog of ignorance was the self-fulfilling prophesy of their rhetoric (i.e. excuses). The more you “report” on dumb sh*t… the more dumb sh*t occurs.


As Common stated, before the contamination process was complete…

in I Used To Love H. E. R.

That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hopSadly though, I think that it may be too late now that the proverbial box of Pandora has been opened and all types of festering, malodorous, maggot-ridden garbage is now emitting from it.

One More Chance

Verse One:

First things first I poppa freaks all the honies
Dummies playboy bunnies those wantin money
Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan…


Do you remember the last time that you saw a family member, loved one or friend? Do you recall the last time that you saw their face and the last time that you interacted with them before they passed on?… I do. Driving into the plantation (work) for another day of picking cotton to earn a living, I was suddenly taken back to the last time that I saw my father, my mentor and my Fraternity Brother alive and well. I have a mental snap-shot captured of that very moment in time.

Life and death is quite a precarious situation… you’re here one moment in time… the next moment in time, you are not. You never know when the last time will be when you see someone, that is why it is imperative to let someone know how you feel about them while they are still among the living. Life is not to be “taken for granted”. After a loved one passes and you are forced to deal with that mental snapshot of them still being here… when you peruse your cell phone and see their phone number in it, knowing that you will never again be able to dial that number, or you see their email address knowing that you will never again see an email from them pop up and anxiously access it to see what it is, or be able listen to the vibrancy of their voice as you listen to a voice mail that was left by them when you were able to reach out and touch them if you wanted to, to give them a hug, or a kiss… one last kiss, or even to look at their face and study every feature of it one more time.

Because of at times taking things for granted I have adopted the mantra… “No grudges, no regrets for life is indeed much too short.”

Chorus:

One more chance
Biggie give me one more chance…

Verse Two:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz…


As much we would all like to hope, pray or think that there is more after we are gone to make us feel better about death as well as our own mortality, since no one has ever come back to let us know any different, the only definitive thing we know is the finality of death… once someone has passed, we will never again see them on this earth again. (and be honest, if you were to see someone known to be deceased, it would scare the holy crap out of you... Am I right?)

We have all been conditioned to think that there is “something else”, no matter what you may choose to call it, that makes us feel better about the finality of death and our own mortality. However, when I was at the funeral of my fraternity line brother and his wife (yeah, a double funeral) looking down at his paper machete looking remains, for the first the first-time, I begin to wonder… What if?... As much as I would like to think otherwise… What if? What if, there was “nothing else”… What if, once our life force has exited our physical bodies… that’s it… one and done. The very thought of that much more morbid possibility that we can discuss rhetorically, wish upon and pray to eternity about, but ultimately is one of the many questions that no one knows the answers to, although self-“anointed” messiahs that have all of the answers to all of life’s questions, can (for a small fee) tell you what they think and what you may want to hear.

Chorus:

One more chance
Biggie give me one more chance…

Verse Three:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crush linen

Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em
The finest women I love with a passion…At one point we seem to think that time is a constant, not moving or barely moving, but we later see it for the variable that it is… When we are younger it seems as if it takes a lifetime to get to our birthday, July 4th, Thanksgiving, Christmas or any special event at the start of the year that we may look forward to. However, later in life (for me it was around the age 27) it begins to come into view like when you are in a vehicle and when you look out of the front window and it appears that you may not be going that fast, but when you look out of a side window you see the scenery whooshing by at top speed. The continuum of time is steadily rapid and can not be altered by any of us.

Regardless of what you are told, no one here has all of the answers. Life (as we know it) is for the living. As Milton who in Paradise Lost wrote, "The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven." For many on this earth, this life is a heaven and for the masses this life is indeed a living type of “hell” enduring the purgatory of poverty, starvation, existing (not living) in war zones and the insidious nightmares of “ethnic cleansing” and genocides, the ravages of which most of us could not imagine in our worst nightmares.

For all that we know, there are no “do overs”… However, to see the face of a friend or loved-one I would love to have “One more chance, give me one more chance”… I would love to have just one more chance.

The Michael Vick Case: Why Are White People Really So Mad?

Is it really that they are so benevolent and compassionate? Are they so loving and caring about an innocent animal or is there more to the underlying reason for the apparent seething hatred for an actual human being?

This is an opportunity for payback… Payback for being in this country for 400 years with a head start, along with the benefit of chattel slavery and yet, still many of their ancestors have squandered their 400 year cushion/advantage and still have little or nothing to show for it. In the meanwhile this young Black, athlete who didn’t even finish college had more wealth than most of them will ever experience in their privileged lineaged lifetime. This is payback for swagger. How dare you have the audacity to appear to be arrogant, while my wife, my children, my daughter worship you and your athletic prowess while I struggle to make ends meet in my pursuit of my AmeriKKKan dream, like a hamster on a hamster wheel. This is for MTV Cribs. This is payback for you physically endowed, fine tuned athletes having our prized cream-of-the crop, beautiful White women throw themselves at you, and for them to then turn around and have what are considered by many to be beautifully mixed, hybrid offspring that rub our inevitable annihilation in our face even more; erasing our pale, recessive trait, white skin from the planet Earth in the process. This is for OJ... The one that got away!

I am not even a Vick fan per se'. I didn’t like the manner in which he conducted himself off of the field feeding the ignorant, pant sagging, buck wheat plait, tattoo on-the-neck, two-earring having , wanna-be-rapper frenzy that our weak minded, non-parentally guided youth embrace. However; this entire situation is DEFINITELY a “race thing”. You should hear the happiness and contempt that these White people exude about the situation… about dogs. Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs like anyone else, but at the end of the day it is still a d#mn dog. White people have been fighting dogs, chickens, Blacks, American Indians and anything else that were able to get their manipulative hands on from slavery up the Jim Crowe era and yet they act like Mike started this b%#s*t and this is something new! I am not making excuses for Vick or the rest of these wanna-be idiots, but there is something bigger at work, brewing in the undercurrent of society like the narcotic of coffee that we consume in this country like black gold each morning, and that which is percolating is the component of "race" in a country founded with the seeds of racial injustice.

While most Black folk fail to see what the “big deal” is because they have witnessed actual human beings in their neighborhoods suffer from lack of medical insurance, killed senselessly daily like animals through violent crime, starving, deprivation, living in the poverty of a "Third World" country while constantly being bombarded with images of “success” and conspicuous consumption all around you, with no uproar nor concern whatsoever. While we all like, have or can appreciate a dog. What value is placed on the lives of humans? The man has apologized, his spirit appears to be broken, lost his million-dollar contacts, has lost his wealth, his reputation, respect. What more would you have him to do? Would you have him to kill himself? Would this please you?

This is what I hear the “good”, “non-racist” White people, all of whom have “Black friends” saying at work (so I can only imagine what they actually say behind closed doors)... No exaggeration! [*said in a country cracker a** accent*]… “They need to give him the electric chair!”…. “They need to give him life in prison!”… "They need to hang him, so he knows how it feels!”… The signs at the Richmond courthouse proclaiming “Castrate Vick” all reminiscent of another era (i.e. a public lynching), as they appear so happy and eager to see him fall and anxious for him to suffer. They appear to be so happy as result of Michael Vick's tumultuous downfall that is looks like they are going to have an orgasm of glee. Yet, the self-proclaimed “good” White folk still refuse to believe that this entire situation has anything to do with race. There is the same polarization along racial lines as there was in the OJ trial. The same people that were eating him up years ago have now turned on him and now want to lynch him. Any rational thinking (Black) person can see that it is not about Vick at all. This is about, as the God-Father of Soul would have said “The Big Payback”.

A “Culture” Of Ignorance

Being Black in AmeriKKKa is like living in the “Twilight Zone”. Up is down… Down is up…Good is bad… Bad is good… Positive is negative… Negative is positive. No place but in the Black community is ignorance and culturally degenerative behavior not only accepted, but embraced with open arms.

No other people on the planet expect for the lives of themselves and their progeny to be provided for by others; by not owning or creating their predominate employment, not growing their own food, clothing and shelter, but being the “ultimate consumer”. That is one who only purchases or consumes from others, creating NOthing (or at least nothing of worth or value) expecting to be cared and provided for by the benevolence and generosity of others. Meanwhile, others come here from all over the world and have a business set-up for themselves and theirs in little or no time, while we have been here for more than 400 years and are still begging from the master’s table to provide the scraps that are just enough to get and keep us firmly in debt.

Intelligence, character, honor, integrity, time-value is looked down upon while mass consumption and ignorance run amuck. Intelligence, reading and education (especially by the males of the species) is looked down upon and considered “being White” or “soft” while the pursuit of derogatory behavior is celebrated and relished. Fidelity, character are chastised and apparently something of the past. Our foundation and one of the few things that we did have has disintegrated and the ripple effect of “men” not being there to protect, support and nurture their families are the primary reasons for this breakdown. If Caucasians did to us what we allow ourselves to do in every “urban” neighborhood on a daily basis we would be up-in-arms, marching, protesting and singing “We Shall Overcome” and calling upon the services of Reverend Al Sharpton or Reverend Jessie Jackson to defeat the mighty beast of injustice.

Also, any sane, “normal” group of people would not settle for attempting to assimilate and expect to have their livelihoods provided for them by their former slave masters... Tell me; with (2) equally qualified candidates why should a privately owned company be forced to hire someone who doesn’t look like them and put them into positions of power when they have their qualified offspring who they may have been grooming since birth and sent to college to obtain an M.B.A., law degree, etc. to come back and to use their newly found prowess for the good of the family business. Included in that group would be other family members, fraternity brothers, or others that they may feel more comfortable and familiar. I may allow you to be a minion, or to do some other low-level job, but when it comes to meaningful jobs I can understand the “glass ceiling” mentality of cronyism and nepotism, which may fit into the category of Social Darwinism on some level. Why would any sane person expect otherwise, when one has the same opportunity to do the same (although our predecessors are working with a head start of 400 years of free labor to assist them in their pursuit of capitalism). While obviously we are not there, that should be our collective goal… to be “free” in the truest sense of the word and the only thing that that translates into in the twenty-first century being financially free which is the last bastion of “freedom”.

You receive in life what you expect, so if foolishness, deviant behavior are what you allow and expect, that is exactly what you will receive and what we have been allowing to occur… A culture of ignorance.