Author’s Note: I wrote this piece some years ago… It seemed appropriate to repost in memory of a truly awesome poet who left this life plane and is on to another. R.I.P. Gil Scott-Heron…you paved the way…prayerfully hip hop will get “back”.
A Blues for Hip Hop
Some days I get so pissed.
It’s political mostly.
It’s a definitive thirsting
It’s a reason
A season
A lifetime
For everything.
Booty shaking
Head nodding
To stupid songs
I hate it
I hate it how hip hop
Of late makes me feel
Like I’m a perpetual fukc buddy
Like I’m some bitch in a skirt
For some bitch in a pink shirt
I hate how these corny ass dudes
Treat we women so rude
It makes me madder when I see
These fukcing spinning rims
Really dude?
There are such poets in music
That get ignored
Where lyrical content lives
Labels go hard for
That other dude
Ren and Ten
The hip hop dalmations
Is who they choose
And we and YOOOOOUUU get sucked into it.
Head nodding
Booty shaking
Rocking to a dope beat
with penny candy lyrics
From a sucker
With
A synthesizer.
I hate it.
How ’Read A Book’
Gets protested
But ’Buy You A Drank’
Gets no static
Even when 12 year olds sang it.
And then we wonder why our
Girls
Go topless
senseless
for a rapper
counting
fake paper
in videos
spending
every last dime
they make on fake
gators
calling out fake haters
when the real
play makers
count
real money
from those videos
spending
every last dime
they make
on real things
like
politics
and gun
lobbies
to make it
easy
for yo’
dumb
ass to pop a cap
in some other dumb ass
with that tech 9
50 keeps
Bragging bout.
No clout
Ya’all niggas
Got no clout
No doubt
I’m blacking out
I know it
But who the fukc listens to poets?
The Last Poets and Gil Scott-Heron are lost
From our psyche
Our memories serve
Only
To those
Who
Last fukced us
On record
Made us better
By an R and B
Singer
Hooking
Us on a hook
And an icy chain
Making it
Mutha
Fukcin
Rain
In the club
With some apple
Bottom
Jeans
And those fukcing
boots with the fur
Taking over the dance floor
I hate it
That
They think
We think
They think
We can’t be
Don’t want
Mo’ betta.
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