KEEP IT 100: Chapter 8


My father told me his story.

“Upon this land, my father build the very foundation

That broke his back.”

He continued

“He continued to build,

And as the foundation had structure

His cracks under pressure.

As integrity is earned from hard work.

Intense was the labor.

Hoping that the reward was just.

But the pain 

Though well fought

Won in the end.”

It must have been too much to handle,

All that burden to bear.

Looking at my father,

Raw and bare bodies shaped you and me

He said.

“My father was one

And they hung him

On a tree.”





KEEP IT 100: Chapter 7

Big words are like Big Bird

From Sesame Street









seems to be some misdirection

Along the way

Around the way,

Across the corner

Beyond the border

I can taste the rainbow in all its flavors.

But yellow is my favorite.

Beside Oscar the Grouch

You’d think you can distinguish between

Sour Ass Apple






The spectrum doesn’t always work

That way.

Next to Big Bird’s primary side

Complimentary to both neighbors

Lies Radar

The Brown Teddy Bear

And bears love that sweet honey

Flowing freely from the beehive.


Academic Shade: Dwayne Unchained

Yipe Yo Ki yah,

Gitty up as the white stallion bucks

And kicks me in my nose

Until my face bust

These are the words from Lil Wayne from the song entitled White Girl, used in this blog to educate as wisdom (with hints of sarcasm) and warning (because Captain Picard uttering the rhetoric from Judge Aaron Satie wasn’t cool enough).

The quote from Judge Satie goes as the following (uttered by Captain Picard; the whole script written by Number One):

With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

Deep sh@!, ain’t it?

You can add a wrecking ball to that chain too (hint, hint).

Now, how do these quotes go together here?

I mean, Gym Class Heroes and Lil Wayne (before he was leaning and swimming in the waters of Drake’s periods – I mean, number one hits on the Billboard) and a quote from the Star Trek: The Next Generation’s episode entitled Drumhead?

Cocaine is one hell of a drug (because I’m Rick James B$%^h) and so is music.

Is it not liberating to hit that track and another of your favorite song or artist, like how Baby hit Tunecha (like Britney Spears first number one hit) and birthed Drake from the conception of respeck? Or how Miley feels to twerk her blurred lines (plus her neck and her back too) to appropriate what she is lacking?

The concept of rhythmic patterns is uttered throughout our history, particularly in African culture. It was thanks to the African drum that the telegraph, the telephone, and the cell phone became primary components of auditory communication. The use of phonetics in communicating sound patterns is essential in knowing how somebody is saying a particular phrase or set of words, as semantics is important in understanding the meaning of the particular phrase and set of words.

The evolution of Dwayne Carter from a boy to a man in the hip hop game physiologically can be a great example of phonetics, as he sounds different from 1999 to now, as compared to when he is sober to when he is on drugs. The artistic interpretation of change; the name changes from Lil Wayne to Weezy to Tunecha, and how his lyrical flow and use of language changes from those name changes is a great example of semantics.

An irrevocable chain indeed; chains that cultivate our culture holistically.

So what happened when we break them?

Plato’s Allegory comes into play here as we deal with the issue of cultural appropriation, as shadows worshiped as truth when chained to imitation is not without hostility when they are then finally broken and a deeper truth is revealed by the fire illuminating from an experience one can empathize with through understanding the reason behind the dancing bodies worshiping the fire.

Every day we Play with Fire (listen to the track by Lil Wayne and you’ll see what I mean).

It is a light in the darkness.

Illumination isn’t without imitation.

Some may call it forgery;

Others may call it flattery

I call it the spark to ignite the flame.