Before my sons went to bed tonight, we briefly talked about the existence of other life in the universe. It forced me to really think about it and try to have an intelligent answer. Here’s what I came up with:
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I still rap a little bit. And faux harmonize. And produce. And record. And mix. And voilà… Peace to my broseph @blctxt on the guest verse and the photography. Shouts to the fams @djdeliver on the jigga-jiggas. Available wherever you stream music. . (Links in bio) . #WorkingClassMusicGroup #WorkingClassMusic #WorkingClass #WCMG #DirtyDrumAcademy #DDA
An admired friend of mine has convinced me to start blogging again, and maybe create a different lane for myself, outside of the routine rigmarole I’ve been calling my life as of late. Apparently a guy who is “relatively intelligent” (inside joke), loves his silly kids to shreds, cooks a mean pizza from scratch, raps a little bit, can write a mean SQL stored procedure (nerd alert), and finds obnoxious amounts of pleasure in a good dad joke might interest some folks.
As much as I used to enjoy blogging, and sorta, kinda of miss being really active on social media (I really don’t though), it didn’t take long to convince me to get out of my latest hermit spell.
So, if you care to occasionally tune in, follow, subscribe, bookmark, or whatever term you’re comfortable with doing, hit a button somewhere on the screen and look out for some daily funnies, food excursions, random rants, music, etc, etc… ✌🏽
In the spirit of Valentines Day, we present to you, IRON CURTN – “Roses”
Arablak x Solomon August x Dirty Commerce
Directed by William Feagins Jr.
Peace to my guy, actor/comedian extraordinaire, Snub aka Jerrell Anderson on the cameo.
So, about a year or so ago, my good homie (and doppelganger) Rick told me I really need to start blogging again. Writing is one of my passions, whether it’s a rhyme or a simple Facebook status I usually find myself putting a lot into my words as I find language is one of the most versatile forms of expression. It took me a while to get my site standing up again, and then another while to go ahead and backfill some older content, and then for this moment where I actually (re)introduce it to you all.
I can’t say you should expect a ton of content in the immediate days, weeks, months, etc, but I’m making it a point to get back to start sharing more with people outside of the typical social media platforms.
For this occasion, here’s something I made a while back but hadn’t shown more than a couple friends. I was listening to the Pete Rock & DJ Premier episode of drink champs and was reminded of it. Where I don’t consider myself a super producer by any means, I do however realize I can do a little something-something on the boards, and find this a pretty appropriate offering for this post.
There’s a harsh reality in the fact that part of my sons’ civility training has to include awareness of how they’ll be potentially perceived by those outside of their race, simply for being black men. I have to teach them that their lives may depend on that awareness. It breaks my heart that I have to pass on the life skill of knowing when a scenario is underway that may result in others feeling threatened by their mere existence, in-turn threatening THEIR existence.
Another aspect of this is the matter of how they’ll approach discussing any instances of discomfort, without violating their integrity, but still maintaining a calm and civilized demeanor. I have to tell them that no matter how upset they may be, showing their anger without forethought will only provide what some consider justification to vilify their characters.
The weight of being a black man in The United States of America isn’t easily explained or experienced. Even with my pleasant approach to strangers and light complexion, the fact that I radiate with pride for my culture still gives me a disadvantage in many social settings. I can only imagine the exponential difference my darker brothers have to live through.
We’ve done many things short of engaging in organized combat against the rest of society. We’ve had peaceful leaders, radical leaders, spiritual leaders, and crooked leaders. We’ve had movements to integrate, to empower, to educate, to strengthen, to calm, etc… But why?
In my eyes, it’s pretty clear that a substantial and powerful portion of this society does not want black people to (freely) share this land. Today is also an appropriate day to point out that the intent was never to share it with anyone, even the natives who already were already occupying it. This leads me to ask myself and my fellow people of (more recent) African decent, “why continue”?
The comforts and conveniences modern Western society encapsulates has bred folks with a fear of being more involved in processes of truly providing for themselves. We too easily find resources so accessible, that the thought of having to wait a single minute longer is unacceptable. Living like this has become a justification for dealing with racist, subhuman treatment. Getting past the expectation of having so many options for instant gratification and doorstep services will allow our minds to give more thought to opportunities we have to create happier generations of black people.
This is where I offer the idea of taking our collective talents, ideas, workforce, youth, knowledge, revenue, etc, and moving back to our ancestral continent of origin. We have become people without a nation, while African countries have become crippled without the people. Fear of disease and conflict shouldn’t be deterrents, especially when that’s projected by media outlets controlled by a society that clearly can’t be trusted to serve our interest.
It wouldn’t be easy, but in my heart, I truly believe our descendants would reap the benefits of and honor the significance of such an act. We owe ourselves and our children something to be proud of, and ESPECIALLY the option of not worrying about being murdered simply because they didn’t cower in order to make someone less fearful of their natural appearance.