WTF?! Kendrick Lamar Has Arrived!

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Good Afternoon.  Or whenever you read this.  Today…I am in a state of “awe.”  Yes.  By now.  You’ve already heard about and listened to this album.  Aptly entitled, DAMN.  It’s Kendrick’s Lamar’s latest release.  And I have to say, as a new fan, this young man has earned his spot as the G.O.A.T.  No argument.

As an artist, it is one thing to have a hit album.  But when you keep topping yourself, you’re not just another entertainer, you are a genius.  And Kendrick Lamar has a vision and purpose with his music.  His passion and his love for what he does spills into every track on this album.

I have to be honest, my first introduction to Kung Fu Kenny, came by accident in overhearing a discussion about the Grammy’s.  This person was awestruck by Kendrick’s performance.  Honestly, I really wasn’t expecting much.  Given that I had stopped listening to rap after Tupac and Biggie died.  Curious, I decided to Google it anyway,  although that I didn’t watch any awards shows any longer.  I checked it out, and I have to tell you, it blew my mind.  Needless to say, I watched it many times.  It moved me on that level.  The last time that happen was when I watched Michael Jackson’ Emmy nominated performance of Billy Jean and Prince’s performance of Purple Rain on The American Music Awards.  Kendrick was in a different league, forcing EVERYONE IN HIP HOP to raise their game.

That’s what true artistry does.

I’m listening to DAMN as I write this. And I’ll listen to it some more.  It’s that good.

If you haven’t listened to this album, MAKE SOME TIME to do so.

You’re listening to a legend in the making.  Saying that, I wonder what Tupac Shakur would say…

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Cross Me!…I’ll Smile, As I Watch You Fall!

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Yesterday, I was reminded very subtly, that we must always be clear headed and prepared for the enemy.  For a snake maneuvers quietly, then waits in silence to strike.

That is how things are in nature.

One is always being reminded daily of our enemy’s plans and true intentions.  But let me just be blunt.  White people love to smile whenever they are doing evil.  For some reason, the sight of a Black person causes the casual Caucasian to respond with this mysterious arride that conjures images of white men looking satisfied as a dead Negro hangs from a tree.

I want to spit.

Don’t you ever dare think you can act on such prepositional bias!  Yes.  This Negress uses big words, craKKKas.  I see with sharp eyes–aiming a concealed weapon at your head.  I dare you to make my trigger finger itch!

How is it that we’ve lived in this country all of this time, yet we keep begging white folks to like us, validate us, bless us, LOVE US–yes!  Weak Negroes with too much pride in their talents and gifts but lacking the ability to connect with their own; seek the attention and favor of a suicidal, homicidal abuser.  It’s sick.

God knows that I’m not a hate-filled person but I have been forced to become a person that must respond to her environment, minus the religiosity that was conditioned into me.  Oh.  I love God.  I believe his Word.  And I want to do good.  But I can’t turn the other cheek right now.  The urgency of a proper offensive against this malevolent miscreant possesses my soul!

The time has come for a bold response.  NO MORE whining about what the enemy is doing.  White males are a problem!  And being nice is no longer an option.

So, what’s it going to be?

As for this decision, I will wait.

But for those who make the mistake of thinking that I’m a nice lady and I won’t mind if you insult her.  You don’t know me at all.  And as a snake finds out after eating a porcupine; the damage that you will incur from such an encounter, will most assuredly bring me joy.

Hot Shit!

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I’m sitting here looking out the window, listening to Common’s Like Water For Chocolate, and this track (title) is playing.  It got me to thinking about a lot of things; and the title has me feeling some kind of way.  Remember the days when Black music made you get amped?  I’m not feeling this current state of negativity and fear right now.  I’m a warrior and I’m looking for the battle–not running from it. I’m just that kind of chick.

Where are the warriors!  Where?  Where are those dudes that walked down the street in the neighborhood who walked in a squad–like African lions, fearless, strong, no equal in sight?  Their presence was bold; and no one dared challenge them.  Cold Blooded. Ruthless.  Kings!

There was a time when Black folks walked like the kings and queens we called ourselves. We were uppity.  Proud.  Unapologetic.

BLACK AMERICA IS DEAD!

Black culture has been on a respirator and so has the country.  Our spirit has been weakened and this country it seems is on life support.  When our fire rises.  America soars. It is our energy that makes everything move with rhythm.  From music to fashion, everything we touched was more creative.  Like the sun brightens and nourishes; so did our culture do the same for this country we call America.

Love and Happiness.  Will it return?  Will we dance again?  Will the funk revive the Funkateers who have been hibernating, in distress from so much gloom?

I wonder.

So I listen to Common.  And I hunger for something different to revive us.  Something that will make the light shine again.  I miss good times.

And so I fantasize we’ll be happy again.  Making this place pop!  Elevating everything around us!  It’s time to push evolution through our consciousness.  Create from the divinity within each of us.  Find out identity again.

It’s time to flip this script!

Time to start a new thing!  Afrofuturism please!  Take us away…to another galaxy.  Our existence here has been compromised.

The world is waiting for Black People to return!

 

 

I’m A Ruthless…@$&F! And I’ll Prove It!

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No.  This isn’t me.  But the attitude conveyed in the pic, fits.  Yeah.  I’m feeling some kind of way today.  I’m unapologetic and dare anyone to try me–just once.

Had a nice talk this morning with a friend.  We were discussing nosy, aggravating MUTHAS who don’t know how to mind their own business but have enough time to try and manage your life.  This really was just venting for me.  One of my aunts had called me the previous night–and upon answering the phone, the woman didn’t even say hello but proceeded to tell me what to do about a matter in which she, number one, had no input financially or spiritually, and two, it was NONE OF HER DAMN BUSINESS.  This particular aunt is very proactive in trying to dictate what others should do in situations but she is also the aunt who spent years in an abusive marriage, was a co-dependent, never went to college, never worked, was an alcoholic, drug addict, chronic smoker, LOVED TO PARTY, et al, but yet, she now thinks that because she finally started going to church; it is her duty to handle everyone else’s affairs.  But here’s the kicker: I NEVER ASKED FOR HER HELP OR ADVICE. Of course, I told her off.  She couldn’t handle my truth, thus, she hung up in my face.  Oh! I don’t play that!  Immediately, I blocked her number.

I’m not in the mood for this.

The audacity of this woman.  I guess she forgot where she came from. I had to remind her: Just because you stopped getting high, doesn’t mean you’re clean. Anything can trigger your addiction again. The sky is too high to be sitting on a pedestal, looking down at those who are still crawling. Don’t fall and break your neck.

Have you ever just not cared?  I mean…you really, really, REALLY, don’t care and you actually fantasize about some unsuspecting nimrod who becomes foolishly bold, and decides to try you, simply based on their presumption that “you won’t do anything to them…” So they think.  But they don’t know you, do they?  They…DON’T.  And like any cat, you have to discipline the little mouse who didn’t realize the power it was tempting.

This morning, my aunt called…very early.  It was 6:00 a.m.  My mother, who lives with me, answered the phone.  I was getting reading for work.  I don’t talk on the phone that early in the morning if it isn’t an emergency. They spoke briefly.  When she got off the phone, she mentioned my aunt said she loved me.

Really?

My eyebrow raised.  Oh, she had a touch of conscience? Woman, please…I know your ass, ok.

Yeah. Whatever…

Family, right.

 *Rolling eyes*

Black Soul….2017!

 

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My politics haven’t changed.

The year just begun and I’m still checking out everything; and studying even more.

I’m still trying to figure out what will be the position of our new leaders.

Regardless of what they do, Black America must make its own determination as to where its headed.

Everyone is on edge.  Many are angry. Some are hurt.  Others are completely clueless. People are marching, holding up signs of their rage, expectations or just wanting to vent personal insults at people they don’t have the skill to defeat.  But what good is this supposed to do if there is no agenda to begin with?  Where is all this energy going to go?

We are at a crossroads in this society.  What have we become, Black people?

Right now, I’m watching a video from The Honorable Louis Farrakhan.  He’s speaking to a group of young Black males–laying it down as he does; and telling them point blank what’s up.

The journey that I have been on has been lifelong but within the last 20 years; my intelligence, soul and instincts, have been magnified.  I feel everything.  And what I”m feeling right now is that we are being judged by God.  All of these signs that are before us are literally God speaking to humanity.  He is telling us all that whether we believe in him or not; HE IS REAL!  And his wrath is upon ALL NATIONS!  We have forgotten him and this generation is one of the most wicked in modern times.

Before there is resurrection; there must be death.  And that is the reason why so much bloodshed has been taking place.

Whether some of you want to believe it or not…we have an enemy!  That enemy has already positioned this world for its personal use and destruction if need be.  We are powerless to stop them.

It’s time to WAKE UP!

The Music of Bob Marley is The Remedy For Our Trying Times…

This weekend, one of my aunts was laid to rest after an unexpected illness.  I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately and today, Bob Marley came to mind.  His music means so much to so many people around the world.

Redemption song was based on slavery in the new world.

Does this not sound like what we’re feeling subliminally?

Bob Marley was a unique individual as well as an inspired artist.  He used his music to educate, empower, and protest the powers that be.

In light of everything happening, I chose to post one of his last concerts before he passed away in 1982.

Watch, grow and listen.

Enjoy!

They Keep “Mistakenly” Killing Black Men!!! Enough Of This Shit!

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***Right now…I’m listening to Fear of a Black Planet.  That album came out almost 30 years ago and its message is as relevant today as it was in 

What’s going to be the tipping point?

Yesterday, a live stream video went viral showing a local Tulsa, Oklahoma man, Terrence Crutcher, being gunned down by a white female officer, later identified as, Betty Shelby. He was unarmed. He wasn’t a threat.  His car has stalled in the road and he was walking toward the police for help.  The police recorded video, with audio, exposed one of the officers in the helicopter stating after Terrance got out of the car, that, “He looks like a bad dude.”  Well that “bad dude” was coming home from class.  That “bad dude” was a father. That “bad dude” had a twin sister. That “bad dude” sang in his church choir.  That “bad dude” had a wife who is now in pain after having to understand the senseless manner in which her husband died.

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The reactions on line were angry but many kept asking the question: “When is this going to stop?”

This is exactly why Colin Kaepernick is protesting.

So, another Black man was “mistakenly” killed?

No one is that stupid.

We see what is going on.

It’s becoming an epidemic and demands a counter response–violent if necessary.

These are legalized executions of Black males by white led police departments.  And I’m not hearing anymore of the typical response, “we feared for our lives.”

BULLSHIT!

The problem is not your fear but opportunity to carry out legalized killings of a population of males that threaten white supremacy the most!!!

There are so many images of this, it’s literally become like a sick inside joke for police departments as to how they respond to these orchestrated killings.

From children to man in wheelchairs.

On the same day, a man in North Carolina was shot and killed for carrying a book.  Per usual, the cop said that he “thought he had a gun…”

No one is hearing this any longer. Even celebrities are speaking out about this.

The time has come, Black people.  We are THE ENEMY of White Supremacy.

Are we going to let them keep killing our people and do nothing or are we going to FIGHT? Do Black Lives Really Matter?

The choice is yours.

As of today, another Black woman plans a funeral.