A female with something to say
Not just go FETCH, SIT, or STAY
(I leave that to my Gangsta-Cup she’s Sassy, & y’all know her as B-Nasty)
A higher education or experiential knowledge
Whether firing axons from the hard knocks or college
Not a cardboard cutout cookie cutter
Blue-eyed bandit with hair like butter
This is coming from a multi faceted mixed girl
That’s been trapped too long in a Hollyweird 66sixed world
Confined to the constructs of the mighty stars in the ground
And the blingged-out, rhinestone-encrusted micro T-PAININ’ sounds
That regurgitate every where you go
Calling it Hip Hop, but not the Hop that was Hip in 1994
Loving’ the B-Girls that six step down the street
That can recite any of Dre’s the CHRONIC at the drop of a beat
Now it’s songs of Louboutin’s and Grills or “Icy”
Synthetic cakes and titties and …. HOW TO directions on how to snag an entertainer slash athlete and become a “Wifey”,
Not a “Wife” or a “Mate”
Just mind games and gimmicks and hot sex on a plate
Wish someone would croon, “You’re my LADY, You’re my LADY”
And mean it….
I’m not trippin’ off chivalry, that’s been dead for a minute
Just a mini-search for some “been raised rights” that know how to pick a good fight
If we’re talking abortion, politics, or religion…
No raising of voices; just strategic word placement & precision
Precise reasoning and thought processes with Cognitive awareness of the subject matter and why it matters
Not rapping about “How my pocket’s gon’ get fatter”
Art imitates life, imitates art, imitates life, imitates art…
Sometimes it’s beautiful that we can’t tell them apart
But what part of art is the garbage disposal of the plummeting educational system And MTV/BET/Videogame Wisdom
Can we even COMPARE … them to the
Greats like Picasso, Renoir or Thoreau & Voltaire
It’s no wonder our young ones are turning to the gutter for inspiration
And seeking cyber solutions to quench their frustration
The trickle effect is so deep we couldn’t scoop it out with a shovel if we tried
Special interest groups are rampant and our overpaid officials beaming with pride
So much pride they’re knee deep on the wrong side of the white line that they vowed to never cross,
Now obsessed and blinded with the new title as BOSS…
Narcissistic monsters drown out the cries of our children that can’t read books because of these money hungry high salaried crooks
Which brings us back to the subject at hand
At what point will our evolution as woman and man
Trump the excess static we impose upon ourselves
With chords and wires instead of literature on our shelves
A society that degrades our children, our grand-mama’s and pops, the young and the old; our land and our crops
When will it stop, and who will it stop with?
Charity money being collected and disappearing into an abyss, of range rovers and seemingly fortunate million dollar homes being bought
Be an exec at FEMA or the Red Cross and you’ll get a lot of residual stock
Who’s keeping us accountable to our own convictions?
With individual agendas and ulterior missions…
I’m just a multi-faceted female with something to say
Call me a BITCH as I pass your way, because I refuse to go FETCH, SIT, or STAY
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