My Bornday Came Again

The month of November is here and yet I’m 14 days late on updating my blog. For whatever excuse that I will use, just know that it’s invalid and I probably made it up as I wrote along.

Instead of tossing an excuse, I would like to throw out there for everyone to know that this past election day it was my birthday again.

Yes, my birthday landed on the day that Trump claimed the one and only important seat in the White House (how disappointing right?). What I find funny about all of this is that every chance I got leading up to my birthday I told someone that I was to turn a year older on election day and would ask silly questions like “What places are open on election day?” To say the least, the very last time I voted was the first time I voted and I got my boy Obama in there for his 2nd term. Now how in the hell do we go from “Change” to “Make America White Again!” This shit just doesn’t make any bit of sense but dumb americans just gobble that crap up.

I can’t say that I don’t care who is in office because I went to Downtown Louisville after 8pm on a Thursday to march the streets with a bunch of other upset protesters. We chanted everything from “Love Trumps hate” to “Pussy grabs back.” But does pussy really grab back?

Besides the whole election mess, I had a good vacation week. Let me remind you that I work 7 days a week, so having an entire week to myself where I can take time to reflect on my life and plan out where I need to go next was nice. Unfortunately when it came to making music I had a serious case of writer’s block and didn’t get a damn word out of myself until Saturday came. Surprisingly this entire weekend I’ve been in this huge creative writing mood. Not to mention I’ve finally started NaNoWriMo and like the description says, it’s my worst nightmare. But man oh man, I can’t believe that the first half of November is gone. Next week is Thanksgiving and I can’t WAIT!

I just need to clean my room so I can feel accomplished.

~ Keep it all smiles

 

My Thoughts About Ferguson

I’m not gonna stand up for black people in this Ferguson situation due to the fact that the only time black people want to come together is when something good or bad has happened to one black person.

Example: Barack Obama runs for office, EVERY black person stands up and supports him because he’s black and they want him to become the first black president. A lot of black people couldn’t cote because they’re convicted felons but they stood behind this man all the way until he got into office. Then what? Us black folk forgot and went right back to doing the same shit; destroying ourselves.

Example 2: Treyvon Martin gets shot by a Mexican. Black people all come together again to protest. For what? Because someone of another race shot and killed a black kid? Yes the situation was fucked up but the only reason why black folk got together was because the boy was black and they figured it was a racial issue.

Example 3: Michael Brown gets shot by a white cop. Black people go into an uproar. The reason this time? Because a white cop shot Mike Brown six times because he rushed him. What do us black people see? Another reason we should get together and destroy shit to show America we’re tired of these “racial issues.”

Ummm pause.

Why in the hell is it that we feel the need to come together to support one black person that fatally got shot but we can’t get together to uplift our damn people. Why can’t we stop violence in the hood, inspire young blacks that basketball isn’t life. Why can’t we bring education to the streets and teach people how to succeed in life? Black people don’t got the mentality. We’re brainwashed to think that when it benefits one of our kind, we need to stand up for them because they’re going to reach back out and help us. It doesn’t work like that and the day black people learn that becoming a nigga isn’t cool, is the day that black folk will prosper.

ps. Race isn’t even real.