I do have a past-THUG THESPIAN
Growin up alone wasn’t easy. Without a father figa and mama Just getting busy.
We was raised on da block mama earning little money aint no ravens from above to put some bread on da table.
The ghetto is increasingly becoming a fashionate thing and a cult of sorts. People are mad hectic at clamoring for ghetto presidency, smoking leaves and having beef is a hall mark of street credibility. The cool dude flaunts Baggies, the kind dat flow but don’t glow. Listening to hip hop music and having a strong affiliation to hip hop (the Cinderella of this world) is regarded as ‘being urban.’
‘U gotta be a G’2pac
I have spent so many years pimping for hip hop even after graduating from Gangsta to holy hip hop. My conscience fails me now. I don’t wanna hustle or bustle and flex a muscle, I wanna glide and ride on the wind. Nam sayin?
When the barber’s razor kissed ma scalp, I breathed an air of freedom, liberty in fact cos freedom carries innuendos. Am not saying it is bad to have cornrows and be fashionately cool. Far from it! But good has always been the enemy of best. The spiritual man and the moral man are miles apart. The spiritual man always has to choose between two levels of good while the moral man chooses between bad and good. Which side do you belong?
Ma heritage speaks of a drunken pap but thank God am free. It speaks of a dead thug who said; ‘smoke weed everyday, niggas die smokin’ but thank God am free. It speaks of growing up in da hood and learning to smoke la la at 9 years old but da devil cud not kill me even in ma mama’s womb. Heeeey! Thank God am free! It speaks of catching HIV and dying young but am still breathing. Living proof-there is a God if you need a reason.
A young heart with, an old soul. 25 years with 20 years of experience. I do have a past. I was a thug thespian. Feel me?
3 comments:
yes man, i feel u! this is music. this is poetry. this is philosophy. this is real.
i feel u. remember them days in mitchell hall. i bought u many a cigar. them bandanas round our skulls. we hit wandegez bars 2 burn midnight oil seeping kasese wa. u had 2 carry me home. i was wobbly. u strong. remember them days!
we hittin on them bu-girls. i was slippery with action. but u were hot with words. we was broke we we ruled the world around us!
i feel u. even long after we found man upstairs and did the took the road less travelled after e nichodemus experience. we are livin proof. the devil had better run b4 we point them ravin guns!!
what a ride! what a past! & we been bros., real bros., 4 six thugh thespian yrs! but now thug 4 e dude upstairs! i feel yo!!
Hey! I feel you too! Didn't do the whole bandana cigar thing, but I might as well have. It's a wonderful God that saves all. We have a past, and in that lies among the greatest forms of praise. God bless you.
Musicality flows in this post.
I feel u too.
Sounds like CB and U had a damn good time at Campus....
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