Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
A fair
A neighborhood street fair.
The crowd coming towards me munching kettle korn, and sausages, Children drinking fruit slushies from glasses that look like they should carry beer or some other mixed drink.
Branding at it’s best.
The vendor plying the same wares from the last showing has their inventory ever changed. Are these crowd favorites, or are these the dregs from some other block.
It was labeled a “roots” fair but the only ethnicity seemed to be merchants plying that age old game of selling the popular myth.
Fairs are flea markets with a thin veil of culture thrown over them. If you look closely you can sometimes see a small hint of the grotesque flesh shown in a quick flash of green and silver as it changes hands. Look quickly the always make it disappear least the dream be broken and the crowd realize it has learned nothing.
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Cars
Where are my flying cars I was promised.
Where are the fins, the rocket shapes. and the all glass cock pit bubble.
Who authorized this change in style?
Was it you? It wasn’t me.
Why the oval, why this cookie cutter shape.
Where are the flashy angles the jutting shapes and big engines.
What happened to innovation?
I thought I was supposed to have a car that could take me to the moon.
What’s with this grocery getter? This oil consuming smog belching beast.
I want my nuclear powered drag racer. If I crash I want to go out with a little sun riding shotgun.
Detroit are you listening?!
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words
Let us lay down the truth and stop hiding in shadows
Words have the brilliance of being all knowing and empty at the same time
Meaning given only in context or hidden in punctuation
They twist in new forms
Slang the changing poetry of the streets rhythmic alive and with a pulse
Legalese rotten and corrupt fouls stenches and loop holes in every sentence
They dry breath of a text book and the fancy of a novel
All words given power by emotion
Absolute power, absolute abuse
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lament for rap
They say that rapping is a young mans game
But what happens when the youth have nothing to say
What happens when the youth only speak of bitches, money and weed.
Where are the great ones who told us stories of pain, and salvation
What happened to Ice-T who gave stories of death in the street over the color of a bandanna, and told us what it meant to be an O.G.
Where’s nwa they showed discontent with authority when the told us to yell out FUCK THE POLICE!!!. They gave us L.A with straight out of Compton.
Such strong words now watered down with sex, drugs and money strung over over-sampled beats.
Wheres’ my public enemy. They told us to rise up with fight the power!.
Afrika bambada I remember your beats, Krs-1 I remember your savvy.
And I will never forget raps beginnings with Marvin Gay when he pressed his lips to the mic and asked “what’s going on?”
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Just need to vent on some meaningless things that have been annoying me.
[ 28 April 2002: Message edited by: Frosty da snowman ]
A neighborhood street fair.
The crowd coming towards me munching kettle korn, and sausages, Children drinking fruit slushies from glasses that look like they should carry beer or some other mixed drink.
Branding at it’s best.
The vendor plying the same wares from the last showing has their inventory ever changed. Are these crowd favorites, or are these the dregs from some other block.
It was labeled a “roots” fair but the only ethnicity seemed to be merchants plying that age old game of selling the popular myth.
Fairs are flea markets with a thin veil of culture thrown over them. If you look closely you can sometimes see a small hint of the grotesque flesh shown in a quick flash of green and silver as it changes hands. Look quickly the always make it disappear least the dream be broken and the crowd realize it has learned nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cars
Where are my flying cars I was promised.
Where are the fins, the rocket shapes. and the all glass cock pit bubble.
Who authorized this change in style?
Was it you? It wasn’t me.
Why the oval, why this cookie cutter shape.
Where are the flashy angles the jutting shapes and big engines.
What happened to innovation?
I thought I was supposed to have a car that could take me to the moon.
What’s with this grocery getter? This oil consuming smog belching beast.
I want my nuclear powered drag racer. If I crash I want to go out with a little sun riding shotgun.
Detroit are you listening?!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
words
Let us lay down the truth and stop hiding in shadows
Words have the brilliance of being all knowing and empty at the same time
Meaning given only in context or hidden in punctuation
They twist in new forms
Slang the changing poetry of the streets rhythmic alive and with a pulse
Legalese rotten and corrupt fouls stenches and loop holes in every sentence
They dry breath of a text book and the fancy of a novel
All words given power by emotion
Absolute power, absolute abuse
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
lament for rap
They say that rapping is a young mans game
But what happens when the youth have nothing to say
What happens when the youth only speak of bitches, money and weed.
Where are the great ones who told us stories of pain, and salvation
What happened to Ice-T who gave stories of death in the street over the color of a bandanna, and told us what it meant to be an O.G.
Where’s nwa they showed discontent with authority when the told us to yell out FUCK THE POLICE!!!. They gave us L.A with straight out of Compton.
Such strong words now watered down with sex, drugs and money strung over over-sampled beats.
Wheres’ my public enemy. They told us to rise up with fight the power!.
Afrika bambada I remember your beats, Krs-1 I remember your savvy.
And I will never forget raps beginnings with Marvin Gay when he pressed his lips to the mic and asked “what’s going on?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just need to vent on some meaningless things that have been annoying me.
[ 28 April 2002: Message edited by: Frosty da snowman ]
