whiskeyfightpit

I've got some lyrics of the LAST POETS scribbled on my school notebook. It says NIGGERS ARE SCARED OF REVOLUTION. To me, these guys were the cats screaming at the edge of the cliff. They knew that the revolution or reckoning or whatever was being steered towards an absorbtion of black and their culture. Well, some peon in one of my classes thought I was a racist. Luckily, I carry the CD with me pretty much wherever I go. I laid that motherfucker on her along with my philosophy. She calmed down some but seemed generally disinterested in the meaning of this shocking material. It pretty much blew my mind. When someone (like a LAST POET) comes rapping about my ignorance and complacency, I'm sure as shit gonna listen. This isn't just in reference to blacks and their struggle but to anyone in some form of repression. You could pretty much argue that most Americans are in some form of repression. You could go by race and religion but I'm really gunning for media and its relation to order. THe whole silent but effective gestapo that is stationed in every city. Maybe the LAST POETS saw the black revolution be co-oped and sold off. You can't argue with the fury on this disk. Outlaw Josey Wales type shit. Bad example, I know but I feel Josey in any motherfucker sceaming alone in the rain till his throat bleeds. I always feel like I'm on an escalator that leads to a meat grinder. It makes me want to pull my hair out and open up my veins. Why don't we hear more about Martin Luther King and his unification material? What about his material concerning the role of poverty and equality? Why did they kill Malcom and Martin? Was it because they had came full circle and realized the mindset behind the batons? Bet your bottom fucking dollar on that one. If you want to move your crusade beyond your race, plan on some bullets. Why do I think about horror? I never dwell upon all of the joy and good fortune that has ever came my way. Is it because I have an innocent and kind heart? That I feel violated by the things I read? It hurts to know that success in America runs parallel with the thievery and cruelty in ones heart. I'm still feel the little boy who enjoys football and believes in freedom and utopia. I still want the churches to be holy, the teachers to have real wisdom, our leaders to be benevolent, and love to be true and forever. Anything less than that I get sent down to my basement with a quart of whisky and an axe to grind. These are not subjects that I will make some kind of compromise on. I'm not going to grin and bear all of this for too long. It's not right and I'm not going to stand for it. I never asked for any of this fucking madness. All of this greed and destruction....hatred....you name it.

soundtrack of the day
Misfits "Walk Among Us"
take off your shabby dress