Thursday, October 15, 2009

BLACK BALL PLAYERS LOVE VANILLA!!!

Extravagant homes, expensive cars, extremely lucrative endorsement deals and the highly coveted trophy.... A WHITE WOMAN...the all inclusive perks of the African-American athlete!

 
(hey...he's holding the wrong trophy!)

If I were to go down the list of black athletes who have taken a white counter-part,  it would be as if I'm reading the starting lineup of a basketball game. The number of ball players with the customary white trophy wife are enough to construct a team or two, in either league (NBA or NFL).

I by no means have anything against mixed relationships. Most of my closest friends are the direct result of mixed race or mixed culture relationships ( OUR PRESIDENT IS MIXED). The basic point i would like to make is...Why is it every famous athlete over looks the darker breed of females upon obtaining a certain position of power and fame? Does he think the white woman is a trophy? Yes! among other various reasons.

Many black men feel that obtaining a white woman is a sign of wealth, a bright-blinking indicator of success.  In a subconscious "killing two birds with one stone" sort of way, a black man thinks "Hey i can marry a white girl, and people will think I've made it...at the same time stick it to the white man, by taking his woman!" This may or may not be the athletes main intention, or maybe he may not be aware of his deep seeded reasons.



The black man's love for white women travels back many years prior to our current time frame. As we all know, the white man wasn't always fond enough of the black man to allow him to be president of the UNITED STATES. White men oppressed our people in every way possible. One of the biggest crimes a black man could commit more than 50 years ago was to merely look at a white woman! But, we took it further.


Behind the white man's back, black men would turn white women out! White women would flock to brothers like a drug, a high-prohibited drug. They way we danced, sang, and our overall physical appearance, stimulated white women's sense of danger, excitement and direct insubordination of their white husbands. Within this forbidden attraction, a great opportunity presented itself. With white women smitten, black men seized their chance to get back at the white men for his oppressive ways. Imagine what a white man would do if he knew his prized possession was cooking (at least attempting to ) grits for some jungle bunny?

The black man, due to this master plan, finally had something over the white man-but this plan has backfired. Because the white woman was so sought after, she was put on an even higher pedestal, almost driving the black man crazy, causing them to risk their lively hood for a taste of this white delicacy. Back to the present...black men no longer need as much leverage over their oppressors as they once did, but avid white girl enthusiast, they remain.

Looking beyond the racism overtone for a more concrete explanation, maybe the brothers just prefer white women over black women? Many black men see black women as, nagging, controlling, unappreciative. They see white woman having long flowing hair of their own (which they all don't!) and the black woman purchasing hers. They feel a white woman would do anything and everything to please her 6 foot 5 inch starting forward, especially with her dollar signs for eyes. Black men seem to forget that the BLACK woman-who was neglected whilst in his search for a mate to accompany him in his lavish life, was the one who stood by him throughout the gritty beginnings for his quest for greatness.

Lastly, I'm not knocking the merging of black men and white women in holy matrimony. If you find someone you know you love, then...that's life! LOVE THAT PERSON. I am simply examining why famous African-Americans, more exclusively athletes, tend to gravitate toward white women.

On another note...why do black women gravitate toward white men! To heighten their social, status, the blue eyes, the assumed bigger bank account?? Maybe because all the brothers are getting snatched up by the white girls???...This situation is a whole other blog post, stay tuned!

 (PAYBACK LOL....I SEE YOU VENUS)


 PEACE!!!!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

NEW EP FROM dwayne. ENTITLED "LOOKING GLASS"



       THIS SATURDAY OCTOBER 17TH...
COME SHOW YOUR SUPPORT FOR MY BOY dwayne.

            AND HIS NEW EP "LOOKING GLASS"


Performing and ushering in the release of his 
     BRAND NEW EP... 
"LOOKING GLASS".

He's SELLING CD'S, SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS, EVERYTHING!!!
He's also going to debut some new songs, and  just have a good time!! 

ROCKWOOD MUSIC HALL
196 ALLEN STREET
NY, NY, 10002
(BETWEEN  E. HOUSTON AND STANTON)
DOORS OPEN @ 7:30PM EST!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHOW STARTS @ 8PM!!!!


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SEE YA THERE!


IN THE MEAN TIME...CHECK OUT HIS MUSIC!!! 

dwayneny.com

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

"LETTER TO MARCELA" BY: TARIQ



Dear Marcela,

How should I start? ….....Where do I begin?.......
I told you how I felt and told you what my interests were.
Little did you know...you interest me.
At first I hid it. I didn't know it was already visible.
I even covered it. I didn't know it was transparent.
So what did I do? I told you what was already being said.
I told you what my interest were.
I could possibly blame it on what I've imagined but never seen before.
In disbelief, I want to blink
But I'm too scared I wont see you again.

So I stare...
What am I looking at?

I see a mother, student, provider, beautiful young lady.... superwoman to say the least
You go to class with much class, Good work when you're at work
Provide for your son with everything under the sun

And what am I?
What do I have to offer?
What do I have to bring to the table besides a fork?
I don't know...

Stress?
How can I help your son?
What if what I have to add takes away?

In addition to that, it may not be so positive
You have enough stress...I would add to that
You've cried buckets of tears...Will I make them barrels?

Basically what I'm saying is...I don't want to be the addition...
...that takes away..


Sincerely yours,

Tariq



Tariq G
                                                http://twitter.com/FOLLOWTQ

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

"THIS POEM" BY ME!!

THIS POEM...

This poem...that I told them
Totally changed their perception
Something therapeutic..
But you must pay per session...
And the currency's attention
So don't put your 2 cents in...
....just list...en

This poem...that I told them
Totally sounds like a rap song
Set it to some music
But If you do it, it won't last long
Its Mad short but mad strong
Like a note its to be passed on
Its that raw...

This poem...that I told them
totally excites the mind
you too can do it
every time you write ya rhyme
dance, sing, or move like a mime
because of this poem that i told them..
we all see eye to eye

- J rasean

ELEVATOR AIN'T WORKING AGAIN????

"I WAS RAISED IN THE PRO-JECTS, ROACHES AND RATS"



..to partially quote Jay-Z.  Projects buildings have inconsistent hot water, inconsistent elevators, inconsistent management. The only consistent variable is the " I don't give a fuck! " attitudes of its inhabitants.

How do you expect an elevator to work 100 percent of the time, when its covered wall to wall with urine and spit.....100 percent of time? In a literal sense, the appearance of the INSIDE of an elevator has nothing to do with the mechanics, but it's a huge factor. When elevator engineers are dispatched out to repair these "mobile bathrooms" they are greeted with a floor full of piss and a wall full of spit!  When they notice the horrid shape the elevator's in, they MUST sub-consciously (if not consciously) think "THEY don't care about this elevator enough to take care of it, why should I?" thus explaining their sub-par work. Aside from this less then obvious reason, I'm sure they don't enjoy pissy floors with a spit covered backdrop, as a workstation.

Aside from disgusting elevators, there is tons of "artwork" that  is apparent all throughout most project buildings. Ranging from gang slogans and symbols, all the way to certain tenants being referred  to something...unflattering. Its good to know young Jamal can bring his new lady friend over, and watch her jaw drop as she reads " Jamal sucks dick ". "But I Don't, That's a different Jamal!!" he exclaims, " Sure Jamal, Sure" she says. A lot of times people will non-nonchalantly invite guest to their home with no reservations about seeing their filthy building. The reasoning behind this is; once off that disgusting elevator (and ushered down a long hallway with  that odor that smells as if everyone was boiling dog shit simultaneously), they reach an apartment straight out of  "MTV cribs". Because of the low, stabilized rent, tenants can afford to live lavish. Giant flat screen T.V's, leather couches, A PICASSO (not really) are just a few things you might encounter. Tenants have no problem keeping their homes IMMACULATE, but the buildings common spaces say "FUCK THE LOBBY, I DON'T SLEEP THERE

People have no problem paying  minimal amounts of rent for minimal living conditions, as long THEIR home...looks great. On the flip-side; when someone gets raped because the lobby door doesn't lock, or an elderly person passes out when she has walk the stairs when the elevator isn't working, everybody's ready to complain! The same one pissing, and drawing their endearments on the elevator, complains whens its not working well enough to take him to the 3RD FLOOR! The guy with Picasso is complaining bout their never being hot water, or the front door being closed...you can afford a Picasso,  why don't you just move, right?

In the end, respect is universal, and if you respect yourself...others will learn to respect you with ease. These rules don't apply just to the person, but the person's surroundings. Guys bring girls to their filthy buildings all the time, saying things like " Pardon this building, these niggas are nasty " secretly knowing he relieved himself in the very same hallway they are standing in. Because project living conditions are so very poor (self inflicted) society looks upon them as vagrants, less then deserving of decent service. Relating back to what I said earlier " RESPECT YOURSELF...AND OTHERS WILL RESPECT YOU" also means "RESPECT YOUR SHIT" too. Maybe think twice about spitting on elevator door or spray painting " Jaquan IS PUSY" (spelled wrong on purpose) all over the hallways, and society will take these many buildings to be CLASSY establishments, which they CAN be if treated better.
PEACE!!!

 - J rasean

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"IN MY EYES" BY J. HALE

In my eyes… 


If you were me, you would be able to see what I see 
but you ain’t me so you cant see... 
but this is what I’m gonna do for you, give you a little piece of me…

Getting off the train station from a long day of school
I see on the corner the same damn fool
I hope he don’t think that sitting on the block is cool 
cause its wrong but he don’t have a clue. 

I keep walking along, I see an African American brother trying to sell that sticky.
And standing next to him is his girl with her hair mad picky.
Right behind them is a memorial that says R.I.P Ricky. 

There’s a report everyday about someone getting stabbed, shot, or beaten to death.
Now cops patrol the blocks, like boats in the docks.
Brothers get mad at the cops, so they disrespect them and tell them to kick rocks.

No one recognizes the brothers that are doing good.
That’s why they can’t wait to pack, and leave the hood...
There are some that’s all about making dough
Then there are others that only care about piping the local hoe.

All I do is shake my head
And pray every night before I got to bed
That I make it in this fair world and get ahead. 

- J HALE



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" My Insecurity " By: Tariq G

" My Insecurity "


This girl is not for me
And I am too insecure to see
My insecurity is what keeps me secure
From a hurt with no cure
A feeling so obscure
I long to love her no more

Before we got together there was much to discuss
You knew I had a problem with trust, so hush 
I don’t want to lie and tell you you’re my only one
And another girl is carrying my son 
Not only will I feel dumb, I don’t need it
And I’ll have to explain why I cheated

Why I left the green pasture for the dirty weed
Why the other side of the fence looked so green
Why I cut down a tree to plant a seed
I don’t know myself; it’s still hard to believe



Is there a me without you?



Is it worth texting another girl that I don’t want to see?
I wouldn’t be cheating on you
I’d be cheating me 
Now I know that

This girl is not for me 
I am too insecure
She is my insecurity that keeps me secure
From the hurt with no cure
A feeling so obscure
I long to love her no more




Tariq G
http://twitter.com/FOLLOWTQ