Brothas and Sistas

Ya know what? I am steadily growing sick of…my own ‘people’. The entertainment business and the sports world has really opened the hearts and minds of people that have had ancestors that used to or may have at some point ridiculed or ruled over people of color, any color for that matter. All of mankind has faced some sort of oppression, whether from military take over to self inflicted. But, none ponder over it more than ‘my people’.
Black America has yet to get it right. Listen to our most popular source of music…most of it is about being released from confinement, doing shit to get put into confinement, or showing off as if we are not used to having shit. Everyone wants to get out the ‘Ghetto’ or control its streets. It wouldn’t be that way if we cut our grass, took out our trash, honestly disciplined our children and our neighbors lil bad as kids too. Damn it, I am a genius…maybe we should start putting down the guns and start whooping our own ass. That seems to be the only time we fucking act right…after an ass whippin. “Whether you won the fight our not…you live son. You live to fight another day…” (Message…) Fuck it! Let’s go back to slavery days. The days of an ol’ Negro spiritual are gone. Well, “Bitch betta have my money” is popular amongst the younger generation nowadays. Tupac and Biggie get more shout outs than Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X. Have I pissed you off yet…No? Well, we should. I wouldn’t mind. I’ms in the house wit Massa…Get! Gone na! Get you ass back in that fucking yard Nigga! Pissed off now, ain’t you. Dumbmuthafucka…we call each other “Nigga” at least 60 times a day. But, I change the context…now you all mad.
Call me what you want…I got my 40 acres and a mule…I earned it. I took advantage of the opportunity my ancestors left for me. Born and raised in Atlanta, the birthplace of one of our most influential leaders of our Black American history, I felt the pain of our peoples struggle. My father could use certain water fountains. He had to watch movies and the renowned Fox Theatre as a child from the balcony. Yet, he raised me as my grandfather raised him, proud to be alive and looked at by loved ones as a human being and a proud American, rather than a black.
This mentality is killing me. Why in the hell do we walk around like we are ballin our of control and our cell phone bill is late, we stop at McDonalds for lunch, still gripping wood grain…pencils to sign up for state welfare. Bill Gates, one of the richest men in the world, he doesn’t have a need to get the latest gear, the biggest pinky ring, deck his car out with 24”s. Why do we? As a matter of fact, I have only seen him in the public eye once that I can recall. If you wanted to learn how to play basketball the right way, would you watch some professional or consult a coach. Key emphasis is on the right way. We can google shit to find directions to a mall or a club, but when was the last time your ass went to a museum, library, or even a park. Oh yeah, your neighbors got evicted so your cable got shut off. Typical…still depending on that “hook up”, figures you would need help…nigga! Too bad we are not really related, I would have kicked your ass by now...several times.
Don’t think I am done…I am just starting at the bottom and working my way up. The uppity broke people are next…