Questions

Why are we ignorant
To the things that we do
Like Black on Black crime
From the violence we brew
Why do we wear
Our pants hanging low
Like ghetto-ish bums
In a circus freak show
Why do we curse
And cuss like we do
And talk in Ebonics
Like the slaves use to do
Over four hundred years
Of shame and disgrace
We use the "N" word
Like no other race
Why do we leave
Our young ones alone
No family like structure
No house to call home
Why can't we prosper
Like Immigrants do
Who came here with nothing
And pave their way through
Why do we live
Such drug hungry lives
With gangsters and thugs
Packing guns and sharp knives
We seem to enjoy
Life on the streets
We work those slave jobs
Where pay is dirt-cheap
We live a life style
Of roach broken homes
Where trash and graffiti
And rats seem to roam
We don't get involve
In political laws
Nor do we vote out
Laws that have flaws
We're exploiting our music
With our sexual drive
Degrading our women
And destroying their lives
Our schools become jails
That we seem to fill
Like thieves in the night
We learn how to steal
So why can't we learn
Constructible skills
And walk the right path
To conquer all hills
Why can't we start
A new kind of trend
As Doctors and Scholars
And Builders of men
Why can't we sharpen
Our minds and technique
And show the whole world
That we are unique
Why can't we come
Together as one
So No one can say
That we were born dumb
Why can't we break
This bondage we keep
This hole that's been dug
So low and so deep
Why must we feel
It's been too many years
Wearing these chains
Of blood sweat and tears
And why can't we send
Our kids off to college
Its always been known
That strength comes from knowledge
We are destine to lose
This destruction of doom
The road of dead ends
These shadows of gloom
I prayer we could change
These things we do wrong
For it's tough being Black
And hard to stay strong

-Rude Boy

Hip - Hop

Nonchalant

Nonchalant is the name of her game.
Nothing changes.
Monotone.
Everything she says sounds all the same.
She plays this game everyday
KNOWING
This game fucks up my day.
But today
I'll play.
Play for the sake of what you do.
I can't expect you to be any less of you.

Nonchalant is how you are.
Like bars
That hold behind the scarred remains of broken emotions of a person left with the emotion of hate...
And thats something I can't take.
And you've gone too far.
Far enough for your game to get to me
Now I'm nonchalant and we play a game involving 3.
You...me...and the stubborn opportunity.
Now I plea
I don't like this nonchalant me
I don't like how much I can not give a FUCK about how you can be.
Wow!
I'm sorry.
I'll take back all that I said.
But you can't blame me
Cuz what I said
Was only me lying in the bed.
The bed in which YOU made for me
Blankets of love
Under a comforter of your nonchalant capability.
Adaptability...to you.
Mobility...from you.
I can't take this anymore and the ability to address my anger towards you...
-grows.
And the more I don't care, the more it shows.
Shows to you where I chose to say
"Alright...whatever...ok..." everyday.
Ok now what?!
Bet you don't like that huh babe?
You don't like looking at a reflection of you in your ways.
If thats the case...change.
Change for the better so we can work on it together but remember,
My spirit is free and I'm fly in any weather.
Better yet,
I was the shelter that kept your ass from getting wet
I was the one who gave this my all, my blood, tears, and sweat
But you forget
I never turned my back on you
But I get your nonchalant attitude?
Ok, I see ya gwan bad cuz thats what you do.
You know what, do you!
Cuz I'm just waiting on the day,
The day that when I say, in a nonchalant way,
"I just wanna be friends anyway!"

-Lumi

Domestic violence

This goes out to everyone who either has been abused mentally, physically, or emotionally...Also those with a zero tolerance against domestic violence

When words fail, Music speaks

Sean McGee ft. Trina - My story

Random thoughts

>>As I sit here and think why people think they need ta be something else in order to fit in when the only V.I.P pass to society has always been self assurance, a sense of reality and the capability of being yourself.
>>Now I truly understand why people say "no matter how nice you are too anyone you can never trust them". Trust something you should have for the ones who have been there for you through thick and thin.But no matter what that always seems to fail.
>>The reality of being the best friend that you could be to anyone is that 9 times out of 10 that person isn't really worried about how you treat them but just how far they can git with a front to others and eventually you loose trust and they never seem the same way to you as they once did..as time fades and you get older you realize how much time you wasted being a "friend" to that person and as funny as it may seem but the words of Madea "people are like seasons" come into play and i believe high school is a season and certain people seem to slowly creep back into your life but nothing is never the same as when you were "back n the day" , then soon they just slowly fade away......and trust is no longer there....

But there is always going to be some one who you will never loose respect or trust for just because of how u consider them and how they consider you and they always stay true!!!

Guilty as charged