Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I really enjoyed this Anthology not Just because they respect my work:) and pains and joys.But because it gives Woman like me and other Artist more of a voice!! and levels the playin feild for us to make a few chips on our craft and not have to do it all just ''for the love''.Amazon.com: Check the Rhyme: An Anthology of Female Poets & Emcees ...
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This CD is a poetry jam in space — created across and despite razor wire, prison bars and censored phone lines. It is a gathering of poets to celebrate the work of sister poet Marilyn Buck, who has spent more than 20 years in US prisons for her anti-imperialist politics and actions.
In the eyes of the government, Marilyn is an enemy of the state, despised for her role in freeing Black Liberation leader Assata Shakur, hated for her willingness to risk her life and freedom for a world imaginable only to a revolutionary—or a poet.
Yet for the poets who rushed to lend their voices and their words to this collection, Marilyn is someone very different – a woman who lives for transformation. Through her political activism and writing, she creates the possibility of a world of social justice and peace. Through her approach to prison, she transforms the repression and censorship of imprisonment and, in the process, has become a poet.
The poetsThe poet contributors read Marilyn's poems and their own. They include Amiri Baraka, Carolyn Baxter/Nottiehead Bosco, Dennis Brutus, Aya De Leon, Fanny Howe, Uchechi Kalu, Elana Levy, Genny Lim, Deborah Major, Sara Menefee, Kiilu Nyasha, Maria Poblet, Presente!, Carlos Quiles, Samsara, Sonia Sanchez, Staajabu, Jean Stewart, Piri Thomas, Kwame Ture/Stokely Carmichael, Nellie Wong, Merle Woo, and Mitsuye Yamada.
The musiciansFraming the poetry is music contributed by India Cooke, Eugenio Maldonado “El Viejo Mago," Fred Ho & the Brooklyn Saxophone Quartet, Copper Wimmin, Idris Ackamoor, and the musicians and activists of Shame the Devil.
Political prisonersMarilyn is one of more than 100 political prisoners in this country. As you listen to her poems and those of the other extraordinary poets here, let the ideals, the vision, the sacrifice of those political prisoners reverbate in your ears and your heart.
NI DIEU NI MAÎTRE
Monday, March 30, 2009
Finding Max B.
By Carolyn Baxter aka Kulcha
Max B. Was not the most widely known rapper and far from the best. But he
was cute, something new, and different on the rap scene. He was finding his way and no one knew what to expect from him, which was exciting. It’s funny how Rap music has a double standard. No not when it comes to Woman (Let me not get started on that)But the standard that if you are a REAL gang-star meaning you do what you say and say what you do, The Industry backs away from you…Yet in the musical scene rappers rep this crime and that crime and as we all know aint ‘’bust a grape’’ let alone a cap. Guess that is why most Rap is ‘’sweet R+B with a few lines of some body speaking calling it rap.
The Poet Miguel Pinero said it best ‘’I had to keep doing Bad to write Good’ Truer words were never said when it comes to writing about the street because the street changes, yet stays the same…if that makes any sense. (You’d have to come from there to what I mean) Being a person that has served my bids and done my dirt. I have learned a few things.
1. You do your dirt by your lonely and 2. Everywoman I know that was locked down…it was due to, or because of a man. Even if it was just emotional like in my case my man was a square and I didn’t want to hurt him.. or listen to him. So I went with others as a leader and a follower. Depending what was up. Maybe that works in reverse to when it comes to a man?
It really stinks for an artist like Max B who was just finding his voice to have this situation of a Murder Beef to befall him, Most people don’t ‘’Look out’’ if you need 100 bucks more to make ya rent ..Let alone a ‘Murder Beef’’.People head for the hills along with the fake ass Music exec’s .Half of which cant even keep their Chains around there neck. So ya know when Real street Trouble rears it’s know ugly head. The Disappearing act is in Effect!
I think Max B is street savvy enough to know enough that ‘’greed’’, And That second, thought after everything is done and other peoples B.I.G mouth, will get you every time. Now you can’t go by what you read But...If they say they found 30K DAMN that’s the worst! So after the smoke clears no matter what happened. You mean No one got paid?
DAMNNNNN!
That is almost like a Max B rap in itself. The pressure the music industry puts on an artist to get Chips to contribute to their Career is Criminal in itself. It’s Like Yo!…If I had that much Scratch,…would I be looking for you to Produce me?…or ’’Just a Distribution deal?
Both situations are seeking the artist to have Mega Bucks just to be an artist. Now I can speak from experience, being an artist an a ’’Criminal’’ is a great combination. It always give you fodder for many a good story to express., in a variety of forms…It’s just that it is hard to do BOTH at the same time. And Trust me the kinds dough the music industry is talking about to get behind an artist these days….You have to do both at the same time. Kind of rough booking a promotional tour for an artist that is Locked down. Talk about ‘’Double standard’s’!
I am hoping for the best for my Homie Max B, as he is The ‘’Original Harlem’’ all the way Live. I am expecting the best also when it comes to our Renegade Brotha. Hopefully if we keep him in the limelight, on the web, and in discussion. People will not forget a Man that was just about to blossom into a full fledged Professional Rap artist. With many ’’Original’’ stories to tell.
I have learned from the street many things that keep me alert and sane in the square world. The elements that I can apply to the square world from the street are 1. Its never to late to re-invent yourself and 2.The Best Revenge is success. and only Max B. knows which Demons to apply that to, all the Best to Max B.
Keep Max B out of Jail Now!
Carolyn Baxter’s New Hip Hop Book Platinum Dreams Lead Reality@ Amazon.com is the First Rap book of Real street /Prison stories mixed with Poetry as a Tribute to the Great rappers of our time. Baxter is a Published writer in the Screen actors Guild/a spoken word/rap artist/BARD College Scholar.
Myspace.com/cellblock2
authorsden.com/carolyncbaxter
Cornbreadgritsanpolitics.blogspot.com
Max B. Was not the most widely known rapper and far from the best. But he
was cute, something new, and different on the rap scene. He was finding his way and no one knew what to expect from him, which was exciting. It’s funny how Rap music has a double standard. No not when it comes to Woman (Let me not get started on that)But the standard that if you are a REAL gang-star meaning you do what you say and say what you do, The Industry backs away from you…Yet in the musical scene rappers rep this crime and that crime and as we all know aint ‘’bust a grape’’ let alone a cap. Guess that is why most Rap is ‘’sweet R+B with a few lines of some body speaking calling it rap.
The Poet Miguel Pinero said it best ‘’I had to keep doing Bad to write Good’ Truer words were never said when it comes to writing about the street because the street changes, yet stays the same…if that makes any sense. (You’d have to come from there to what I mean) Being a person that has served my bids and done my dirt. I have learned a few things.
1. You do your dirt by your lonely and 2. Everywoman I know that was locked down…it was due to, or because of a man. Even if it was just emotional like in my case my man was a square and I didn’t want to hurt him.. or listen to him. So I went with others as a leader and a follower. Depending what was up. Maybe that works in reverse to when it comes to a man?
It really stinks for an artist like Max B who was just finding his voice to have this situation of a Murder Beef to befall him, Most people don’t ‘’Look out’’ if you need 100 bucks more to make ya rent ..Let alone a ‘Murder Beef’’.People head for the hills along with the fake ass Music exec’s .Half of which cant even keep their Chains around there neck. So ya know when Real street Trouble rears it’s know ugly head. The Disappearing act is in Effect!
I think Max B is street savvy enough to know enough that ‘’greed’’, And That second, thought after everything is done and other peoples B.I.G mouth, will get you every time. Now you can’t go by what you read But...If they say they found 30K DAMN that’s the worst! So after the smoke clears no matter what happened. You mean No one got paid?
DAMNNNNN!
That is almost like a Max B rap in itself. The pressure the music industry puts on an artist to get Chips to contribute to their Career is Criminal in itself. It’s Like Yo!…If I had that much Scratch,…would I be looking for you to Produce me?…or ’’Just a Distribution deal?
Both situations are seeking the artist to have Mega Bucks just to be an artist. Now I can speak from experience, being an artist an a ’’Criminal’’ is a great combination. It always give you fodder for many a good story to express., in a variety of forms…It’s just that it is hard to do BOTH at the same time. And Trust me the kinds dough the music industry is talking about to get behind an artist these days….You have to do both at the same time. Kind of rough booking a promotional tour for an artist that is Locked down. Talk about ‘’Double standard’s’!
I am hoping for the best for my Homie Max B, as he is The ‘’Original Harlem’’ all the way Live. I am expecting the best also when it comes to our Renegade Brotha. Hopefully if we keep him in the limelight, on the web, and in discussion. People will not forget a Man that was just about to blossom into a full fledged Professional Rap artist. With many ’’Original’’ stories to tell.
I have learned from the street many things that keep me alert and sane in the square world. The elements that I can apply to the square world from the street are 1. Its never to late to re-invent yourself and 2.The Best Revenge is success. and only Max B. knows which Demons to apply that to, all the Best to Max B.
Keep Max B out of Jail Now!
Carolyn Baxter’s New Hip Hop Book Platinum Dreams Lead Reality@ Amazon.com is the First Rap book of Real street /Prison stories mixed with Poetry as a Tribute to the Great rappers of our time. Baxter is a Published writer in the Screen actors Guild/a spoken word/rap artist/BARD College Scholar.
Myspace.com/cellblock2
authorsden.com/carolyncbaxter
Cornbreadgritsanpolitics.blogspot.com
Monday, August 11, 2008
Angels with Broken Wings
Great works comes from Great minds.Once again The Crew of The Bandanna Republic (soft skull Press a fine and very interesting publishing house) does it a again a ''Masterpiece''Anthology.It is an Honor to be involved with them and have them respect my writing.There are some STRONG voices her ..A Force to be reckoned with ...Voices that are Original , Unique and will be remembered for years to come.
BANDANA REPUBLIC/ANTHOLOGY
A Great New Book on works by Very creative Gang members and people'' in the life''.Louis reyes Rivera Poet He's been on the scene for a min. He has many awards and his work is ..well amazing would be to light a word.
Poet Louis Reyes Rivera is a professor of African American, Puerto Rican and Caribbean Literature and History; his latest collection, Scattered Scripture, won the 1997 Poetry Award from the Latin American Writers' Institute.
He edited the New Anthology Bandanna Republic. He is Jazz and poetry and a man of wisdom. and I am Honored to have him respect my work.I fist discovered his work with Pedro Petri. The Famous ''Puerto Rican Obituary ''came barreling at me at lightning speed in the Gym of NYC Community College one overcast evening.When I heard it I was mesmerized..I realized that People I knew had an identity, had a VOICE..I had a Voice .and they,,we, were IMPORTANT.We went Totally invisible. our Black Brown Tan skin had stories of Laughter,Sadness and pain and that we could share it!! and most of all people would understand it...Our People. Mattered.I knew then in that moment that I was to write to Focus and to really find a medium to communicate.
Mr .Riveras work comes from that school and much more. in the Bandana Republic it is the Pinnacle of that type of writing /story telling from Gang member.ex offenders,and street people.It is a great read,and a collectors item and a one of a kind. Their on to something here and It will continue...It is Long overdue.And again it is an Honor to be affiliated with the Bandanna Republic Crew in artistic Projects.
Friday, February 22, 2008
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JUST A taste
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Saturday, December 1, 2007
SCARFACE PLAYBOYZ HIPHOP POETRY ABOUT RAPPERS.
THIS FANTASIC COVER HAND DRAWN BY A VERY PROUD FRENCH WEST INDIAN,NAMED YESWOO IS A VERY INTERESTING BROTHA DEVOTED TO HOP-HOP WORLD PEACE AND A ''GRAFF''ARTIST.I am Hoping he will come to NYC an Bless the ''Apple''with his craft,on subways,walls storefronts and anyplace he desires top draw his art this summer I also hope he will have enough time and art with him to have a show.I am asking my e boyfriend who owns a bar in Greenwhich Village now to have him paint the wall When Here!!
PI TA ~~
Monday, October 15, 2007
THE MIGHTY MOS DEF
ARTIST,ACTIVIST,RAPPER
A Brova who knows who he is
LOVES his Culture
an NEVER Forgets where he came from
MUCH RESPECT AN LOVE
from All the artist Sistas
and your people!
ONE LOVE
A Brova who knows who he is
LOVES his Culture
an NEVER Forgets where he came from
MUCH RESPECT AN LOVE
from All the artist Sistas
and your people!
ONE LOVE
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
KINGSTON TIMES NEWSPAPER
One-woman crusade
Carolyn Baxter reaches out to Kingston street youth
by Crispin Kott
Carolyn Baxter is a force to be reckoned with. A multimedia artist and social activist in the truest sense, Baxter produced books of poetry, non-fiction and literature colored by urban sensibilities. She is a graphic designer and a spoken-word performer. She's also trying to turn Kingston around all by herself.
"Kingston is like Mayberry," said Baxter. "It prides itself on being a small town, but there's a volcano beneath the ground, bubbling."
Like many in the community, Baxter said reaching out to youth is the only solution to a city stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of crime. Baxter's personal history lends her a unique perspective on how best to approach kids in what she calls "the hip-hop community," a classification that isn't restricted to any particular race.
In "Platinum Dreams, Lead Reality," her new book of poetry and short stories, Baxter tells the tale of a young Caucasian man, whom she met while acting as a psychiatric nurse for a therapy group, in a poem called "Joe Suburbia."
"I was working in a place, and they had kids that had gotten in trouble," said Baxter, recalling the incident that inspired the poem. "There's lots of gang members there, and we got along because I speak their language. I'd spit rhymes with them and talk about beats. I see myself in them, and I want them to see themselves in me."
"There was one kid who really stuck out in my memory; he really looked like Opie, with red hair and green eyes," Baxter said. "All of a sudden this kid says, 'Well I don't want to stay here. I'm going to prison because I want to go to prison. And that's it, yo.'"
"I said 'Do you know what you are going to go through when you go there?" said Baxter. "Do you know what's going to happen? You are going to be sliced asshole to appetite, honey. You are going to be somebody's bitch and you are not going to make it out alive.'
I gave him everything I had, my culture, and they gave him their reality, and he was shocked. It was a good one-two punch. When I saw him after that, he was able to articulate certain things about himself. He wasn't hiding behind that facade anymore."
Baxter's own experience stemmed from growing up in New York City and finding herself in prison at a young age. Though she was inspired to write at the age of 14 by a friend's poet mother, Baxter said her time in a federal work camp in West Virginia helped her find her voice.
"There was so much racism down there," Baxter said. "I felt like Richard Pryor in a KKK camp. That's what brought it on. I had to have an outlet."
Baxter's first book, Prison Solitary and Other Free Government Services, was published in 1979 and, according to the author, led to years of speaking engagements and use of the text in colleges and universities to teach creative writing.
Though nearly 30 years have passed since the publication of her debut, Baxter is still using urban poetry and storytelling as a means to reach out to people who remind her most of herself.
Her new book includes poetic tributes to slain hip-hop icons like Tupac Shakur, the Notorious B.I.G., Proof and Jam Master Jay, as well as reality-based stories from the street like Chess and poems like ACE and The Photographer.
According to Baxter, the collected works in the volume are based around the tension and pressure of males in modern urban society. Baxter will be Performing her work at the MUDDY CUP CAFE Oct 16 th @ 8pm. Cafe from a Work in Progress. A One Woman show: ''Take the Bitter with the Street''.
But that's not all that Baxter has in the works. On Friday, Sept. 14 at 7 p.m.,at the ''MUDDY CUP ''Cafe on Bway,In Kingston. Baxter will present the first in a series of films designed for the hip-hop communityPlanned. The "Urban Hip-Hop Cultural Series" are documentaries produced by HBO and National Geographic, including The Most Dangerous Gangs, The Road to Guantanamo and The 'N' Word.
"Once ain't going to get it," said Baxter. "This is a series. I put this together as a cultural thing."
Over the course of the proposed series, Baxter said she would like to integrate experts in the fields represented by each film. She would also like to help produce a short film of children aged 12-15 asking if they wanted to be in gangs.
"Half these people in this town have forgotten what it's like to be young," Baxter said. "These are their kids. They're not my kids. My kid's grown."
Baxter said relating to young people in an organic, relatable way is often the only way to get them to hear what you're trying to say.
"It's really the education and dialogue that's important," said Baxter. "No one's ever asked these kids what they want, and you can't ask them when they're dead."
Baxter so impressed the publishers of Downtown Los Angeles Magazine with her work recently that they asked her to pen a guest editorial. "Take the Bitter with the Street" will appear in the September issue of the magazine.
Even with interest coming from the other side of the country, Baxter said she's concentrating most of her efforts on young people in the local community.
"There's nothing for them to do, and no one is speaking about anything for them," Baxter said. "That pisses me off."
Baxter said it all boils down to the adults in the community being willing to take an active role in helping lead the way for the children.
"The black community doesn't seem to be involved with their kids," said Baxter. "Nobody else is going to fix this problem, so you better get up off your black asses and do something. I'm on the giving tip. If you're giving, we can work together."
For more information on Baxter's work, visit her site and blog at:
http://carolynbaxter.com
http://cornbreadgritsanpolitics.blogspot.com
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Woodstock New Paltz Saugerties Kingston Highland Mid-Hudson Southern Ulster
© 2007 Ulster Publishing, Inc.
Carolyn Baxter reaches out to Kingston street youth
by Crispin Kott
Carolyn Baxter is a force to be reckoned with. A multimedia artist and social activist in the truest sense, Baxter produced books of poetry, non-fiction and literature colored by urban sensibilities. She is a graphic designer and a spoken-word performer. She's also trying to turn Kingston around all by herself.
"Kingston is like Mayberry," said Baxter. "It prides itself on being a small town, but there's a volcano beneath the ground, bubbling."
Like many in the community, Baxter said reaching out to youth is the only solution to a city stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of crime. Baxter's personal history lends her a unique perspective on how best to approach kids in what she calls "the hip-hop community," a classification that isn't restricted to any particular race.
In "Platinum Dreams, Lead Reality," her new book of poetry and short stories, Baxter tells the tale of a young Caucasian man, whom she met while acting as a psychiatric nurse for a therapy group, in a poem called "Joe Suburbia."
"I was working in a place, and they had kids that had gotten in trouble," said Baxter, recalling the incident that inspired the poem. "There's lots of gang members there, and we got along because I speak their language. I'd spit rhymes with them and talk about beats. I see myself in them, and I want them to see themselves in me."
"There was one kid who really stuck out in my memory; he really looked like Opie, with red hair and green eyes," Baxter said. "All of a sudden this kid says, 'Well I don't want to stay here. I'm going to prison because I want to go to prison. And that's it, yo.'"
"I said 'Do you know what you are going to go through when you go there?" said Baxter. "Do you know what's going to happen? You are going to be sliced asshole to appetite, honey. You are going to be somebody's bitch and you are not going to make it out alive.'
I gave him everything I had, my culture, and they gave him their reality, and he was shocked. It was a good one-two punch. When I saw him after that, he was able to articulate certain things about himself. He wasn't hiding behind that facade anymore."
Baxter's own experience stemmed from growing up in New York City and finding herself in prison at a young age. Though she was inspired to write at the age of 14 by a friend's poet mother, Baxter said her time in a federal work camp in West Virginia helped her find her voice.
"There was so much racism down there," Baxter said. "I felt like Richard Pryor in a KKK camp. That's what brought it on. I had to have an outlet."
Baxter's first book, Prison Solitary and Other Free Government Services, was published in 1979 and, according to the author, led to years of speaking engagements and use of the text in colleges and universities to teach creative writing.
Though nearly 30 years have passed since the publication of her debut, Baxter is still using urban poetry and storytelling as a means to reach out to people who remind her most of herself.
Her new book includes poetic tributes to slain hip-hop icons like Tupac Shakur, the Notorious B.I.G., Proof and Jam Master Jay, as well as reality-based stories from the street like Chess and poems like ACE and The Photographer.
According to Baxter, the collected works in the volume are based around the tension and pressure of males in modern urban society. Baxter will be Performing her work at the MUDDY CUP CAFE Oct 16 th @ 8pm. Cafe from a Work in Progress. A One Woman show: ''Take the Bitter with the Street''.
But that's not all that Baxter has in the works. On Friday, Sept. 14 at 7 p.m.,at the ''MUDDY CUP ''Cafe on Bway,In Kingston. Baxter will present the first in a series of films designed for the hip-hop communityPlanned. The "Urban Hip-Hop Cultural Series" are documentaries produced by HBO and National Geographic, including The Most Dangerous Gangs, The Road to Guantanamo and The 'N' Word.
"Once ain't going to get it," said Baxter. "This is a series. I put this together as a cultural thing."
Over the course of the proposed series, Baxter said she would like to integrate experts in the fields represented by each film. She would also like to help produce a short film of children aged 12-15 asking if they wanted to be in gangs.
"Half these people in this town have forgotten what it's like to be young," Baxter said. "These are their kids. They're not my kids. My kid's grown."
Baxter said relating to young people in an organic, relatable way is often the only way to get them to hear what you're trying to say.
"It's really the education and dialogue that's important," said Baxter. "No one's ever asked these kids what they want, and you can't ask them when they're dead."
Baxter so impressed the publishers of Downtown Los Angeles Magazine with her work recently that they asked her to pen a guest editorial. "Take the Bitter with the Street" will appear in the September issue of the magazine.
Even with interest coming from the other side of the country, Baxter said she's concentrating most of her efforts on young people in the local community.
"There's nothing for them to do, and no one is speaking about anything for them," Baxter said. "That pisses me off."
Baxter said it all boils down to the adults in the community being willing to take an active role in helping lead the way for the children.
"The black community doesn't seem to be involved with their kids," said Baxter. "Nobody else is going to fix this problem, so you better get up off your black asses and do something. I'm on the giving tip. If you're giving, we can work together."
For more information on Baxter's work, visit her site and blog at:
http://carolynbaxter.com
http://cornbreadgritsanpolitics.blogspot.com
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Woodstock New Paltz Saugerties Kingston Highland Mid-Hudson Southern Ulster
© 2007 Ulster Publishing, Inc.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Empty Barrels (PT.1) Rap Song
They say an empty barrel makes the most noise
But that’s when you playin with Childs toys
Wit 8 in the clip an
1 in the chamber
Body-parts is what’s left
no denomination
Jus the remainder.
don’t have to be bad
jus a good aimer.
An I spit on it first
So when you get hit
You know I’m the one who gave you that lead kiss..
I don’t care what you say ,,I have to survive,,,
If you don’t believe me then call it a lie.
But watch ya back
an look in in my eye’s
No lie’s
No disguise
Cause when I was Born GOD covered his eye’s.
I was born an enemy of the state on a dead dark day
I reached for my mama
an she pulled away
The hood dysfunctional
An displaced I learned to
destroy whoever got in my way…
Then the system created an enemy state
An everyone that looked like me
got locked away..
Now it looks like I’m a bad
without a solution
with Holocaustic numbers
Of my people dying in institutions.
The most talented people they say are dead or in Jail
Guess thas what they said to Jesus before they slammed him
with nails..
Instead of play ground's
Prison's
where children of color
become men in women
…a misdemeanor becomes a felony Conviction.
Poor people were programmed to Fail
All we needed was white powder an a Digital Scale.
Next thing you know its 10 to 15 for a Drug sale!
They say we were a Detriment
then they created Syphilis
An used us as experiments..
Some say it’s fate
Some say Hate..
but shot 42 times I call a police state.
I wanted my kids to have better than I did
Kinda hard after a 10 year bid
You loose your so called rights
That this youth never found
The Revaluation wasn’t televised ..
it was a merry go round..
Now the youth walk with heads down
Staring at the ground
History lost
Identity never found
cause babies putting babies
in the cold ground.
Now nothing inspires them is a U.S. World
that’s the outcome of a hood boy an girl.
Thas how they livin in an out they home
Cause every time you duck down they killin they own…
But that’s when you playin with Childs toys
Wit 8 in the clip an
1 in the chamber
Body-parts is what’s left
no denomination
Jus the remainder.
don’t have to be bad
jus a good aimer.
An I spit on it first
So when you get hit
You know I’m the one who gave you that lead kiss..
I don’t care what you say ,,I have to survive,,,
If you don’t believe me then call it a lie.
But watch ya back
an look in in my eye’s
No lie’s
No disguise
Cause when I was Born GOD covered his eye’s.
I was born an enemy of the state on a dead dark day
I reached for my mama
an she pulled away
The hood dysfunctional
An displaced I learned to
destroy whoever got in my way…
Then the system created an enemy state
An everyone that looked like me
got locked away..
Now it looks like I’m a bad
without a solution
with Holocaustic numbers
Of my people dying in institutions.
The most talented people they say are dead or in Jail
Guess thas what they said to Jesus before they slammed him
with nails..
Instead of play ground's
Prison's
where children of color
become men in women
…a misdemeanor becomes a felony Conviction.
Poor people were programmed to Fail
All we needed was white powder an a Digital Scale.
Next thing you know its 10 to 15 for a Drug sale!
They say we were a Detriment
then they created Syphilis
An used us as experiments..
Some say it’s fate
Some say Hate..
but shot 42 times I call a police state.
I wanted my kids to have better than I did
Kinda hard after a 10 year bid
You loose your so called rights
That this youth never found
The Revaluation wasn’t televised ..
it was a merry go round..
Now the youth walk with heads down
Staring at the ground
History lost
Identity never found
cause babies putting babies
in the cold ground.
Now nothing inspires them is a U.S. World
that’s the outcome of a hood boy an girl.
Thas how they livin in an out they home
Cause every time you duck down they killin they own…
Rapaholics Magazine NYC.
Rapaholics
Rap Music Review
August 10th 2007.
Coming from Harlem N.Y. And being around almost at the beginning of Raps Creation, Going to Red-light party’s in The Bronx, watching brotha’s brush their beaver caps an hats with the Utmost care applying just a pinch of baby oil. Learning the difference between box gators an ‘’Lizards’’. Watching ‘’Crazy leggs’’ The 2 live Crew ,the Juice Craw Perceep and others perform .
I understood that music and Lyrics was the place my Heart needed to be for self expression. Mos Def has Estrella has ‘’SOUL’’ and I would describe them as ‘’The Peoples’’ Rappers. Hailing from Washington state I was in for a welcome surprise. Not a Group of ‘’silly’’ Raps in our desperate times of War and Racial conflicts, OR Fantasy Cartoon escapism is what I have been hearing lately.
Their Lyrics address their personality ‘’I got business in my mind an Music in my Heart’’ as well as mentions of the Black power Movement. The Beats are good But the Rappers out shine the beats, and I would’ve liked to hear the hard Dry thump of the bass give Props to the Rappers as they deserve it. They say that their Group’ ’jus kinda happened’’.. well It doesn’t sound like that as they have been spittin for a while.
Being white in the Rap game is like Reverse Racism, or being a Female MC, you have to twice as good as the Best Rappers. Where nowadays that title is ‘’Up’’ for grabs…as even the most commercial are lookin to ‘’Jack’’ the streets for more Platinum lyrics as Rich Rappers aint slingin no mo…and aint in Jail so The tales they tell are Flat and Unbelievable!!..
The good part is that there not tryin to sound Black, or be something that there not. Their having fun with the Music and have a strong undertone of growing Consciousness‘. They left me wanting to hear more ‘’Political’’ they have it in them, it’s needed, and it’s the one thing that will separate them from the ‘’Average ‘’white’’ lead Rap group. Tone wise one may compare them to ‘’Ill Bill’’ or Necro’’ underground NYC MC that are ‘’wild and Crazy guy’s’’ and have a hell of an Underground following Estrealla has the Power, and the Talent, they have the Molotov cocktail in their hand, the fuse Lit…Now all they have to do is show their Politics, make that Original strong stand…and throw that Bitch..
DUCK because Estrella is comin with FIYA!! out of 5 mixed tapes. I give Estrella 4 mixed Tapes.check their sites! www.myspace.com/taybot3 http://www.taybot3.com/
Rap Music Review
August 10th 2007.
Coming from Harlem N.Y. And being around almost at the beginning of Raps Creation, Going to Red-light party’s in The Bronx, watching brotha’s brush their beaver caps an hats with the Utmost care applying just a pinch of baby oil. Learning the difference between box gators an ‘’Lizards’’. Watching ‘’Crazy leggs’’ The 2 live Crew ,the Juice Craw Perceep and others perform .
I understood that music and Lyrics was the place my Heart needed to be for self expression. Mos Def has Estrella has ‘’SOUL’’ and I would describe them as ‘’The Peoples’’ Rappers. Hailing from Washington state I was in for a welcome surprise. Not a Group of ‘’silly’’ Raps in our desperate times of War and Racial conflicts, OR Fantasy Cartoon escapism is what I have been hearing lately.
Their Lyrics address their personality ‘’I got business in my mind an Music in my Heart’’ as well as mentions of the Black power Movement. The Beats are good But the Rappers out shine the beats, and I would’ve liked to hear the hard Dry thump of the bass give Props to the Rappers as they deserve it. They say that their Group’ ’jus kinda happened’’.. well It doesn’t sound like that as they have been spittin for a while.
Being white in the Rap game is like Reverse Racism, or being a Female MC, you have to twice as good as the Best Rappers. Where nowadays that title is ‘’Up’’ for grabs…as even the most commercial are lookin to ‘’Jack’’ the streets for more Platinum lyrics as Rich Rappers aint slingin no mo…and aint in Jail so The tales they tell are Flat and Unbelievable!!..
The good part is that there not tryin to sound Black, or be something that there not. Their having fun with the Music and have a strong undertone of growing Consciousness‘. They left me wanting to hear more ‘’Political’’ they have it in them, it’s needed, and it’s the one thing that will separate them from the ‘’Average ‘’white’’ lead Rap group. Tone wise one may compare them to ‘’Ill Bill’’ or Necro’’ underground NYC MC that are ‘’wild and Crazy guy’s’’ and have a hell of an Underground following Estrealla has the Power, and the Talent, they have the Molotov cocktail in their hand, the fuse Lit…Now all they have to do is show their Politics, make that Original strong stand…and throw that Bitch..
DUCK because Estrella is comin with FIYA!! out of 5 mixed tapes. I give Estrella 4 mixed Tapes.check their sites! www.myspace.com/taybot3 http://www.taybot3.com/
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Tightrope of Angels
For a 15 yr.old youth an artist that took 3 in the chest
brought to you by another'' Black on Black killing''
Kingston N.Y. 7/07.
Mothers Screams were deafening
Bringing everyone to their knees
Humbling
Like a Village destroyed
like their Children killed and captured for Slavery.
Another Black teen walking the tightrope of Angels
Lost and about to fall.
‘’ ballers’’ laughing at his fall
No longer can he hear his mama call.
Suffocated in Society’s systematic sickness
Chronic, decreped, an Cryptic
Desperation of it’s own Creation.
Choking on a slice of the ‘’ big concrete apple’’
The money green pie
To rep
To die 4.
Standing on the Corner for all to see.
waiting
Waiting…
To get paid.
Waiting for the cops Beat down
The Gang warfare bring down
The Wild West shoot down
The Pimp slap Smack down
The Organized shakedown.
Waiting ..
for the Minimum Wage Putdown
The trying to take my shit stomp down
The baby mama drama - take the baby Chasedown
The got I no money hungry snatch an Rundown
The Felony Warrant Hunt down.
Waiting
Waiting..
For the Bullets flyin - drop an roll
Lead duck down
The 6 feet under
in a box dead Laydown.
waiting
waiting..
Do it hurt less when a Bitch put 3 in ya chest ?
I done time for a whole lot less!
Or better yet one in ya ‘’SKULL FILE’’
Cross fire hit ya child
A Bloody Rain Splashdown
A Community Breakdown.
‘’Hu-ston ..we have a Problem’’
We Brought Black people here as Slaves
Now It’s a ‘’Punk down Rave’’!
There Moshin each other into their Graves.
They forget their History
Of Marches and Fire hoses
German Sheppard’s tearing at their Flesh
As the Kennedy’s were put to rest.
After President Carters Smile
These peoples Youngins
Broke ‘’BUCK WILD’’
They forgot how
Emit Till got killed
Malcolm X
Huey
The panthers
an the Rest.
They went from ‘’Affirmative action
to ‘’Gun Clappin’’.
How did this happen?
Ebonics?
Hooked on Phonics?
‘’ Can You spell GEN-O-CIDE ‘’
Boys and Girls?
It’s happening all over the World
Mr. Rogers is dead
An It aint a wonderful day in the Neborhood.
What do you tell the Brothers, sisters,?
The Mother’s when their son’s or Daughter ‘s takes 3 in the Chest?
Or do you keep saying spent shells found around the police station
Is just a few kids letting off Frustration?
Let the Blood Flow
down the Hill
to the River
see it turn to a sea of Blood.
Can you see the Blood?
Can you see no Glory?
Can you see no one saved by a 911 call?
' Ballers’’ laughing at his fall.
Another Black teen walks the tightrope of Angels
no more waiting..
He lost
He slipped..
he took that fall.
no longer can he hear his mama call...
brought to you by another'' Black on Black killing''
Kingston N.Y. 7/07.
Mothers Screams were deafening
Bringing everyone to their knees
Humbling
Like a Village destroyed
like their Children killed and captured for Slavery.
Another Black teen walking the tightrope of Angels
Lost and about to fall.
‘’ ballers’’ laughing at his fall
No longer can he hear his mama call.
Suffocated in Society’s systematic sickness
Chronic, decreped, an Cryptic
Desperation of it’s own Creation.
Choking on a slice of the ‘’ big concrete apple’’
The money green pie
To rep
To die 4.
Standing on the Corner for all to see.
waiting
Waiting…
To get paid.
Waiting for the cops Beat down
The Gang warfare bring down
The Wild West shoot down
The Pimp slap Smack down
The Organized shakedown.
Waiting ..
for the Minimum Wage Putdown
The trying to take my shit stomp down
The baby mama drama - take the baby Chasedown
The got I no money hungry snatch an Rundown
The Felony Warrant Hunt down.
Waiting
Waiting..
For the Bullets flyin - drop an roll
Lead duck down
The 6 feet under
in a box dead Laydown.
waiting
waiting..
Do it hurt less when a Bitch put 3 in ya chest ?
I done time for a whole lot less!
Or better yet one in ya ‘’SKULL FILE’’
Cross fire hit ya child
A Bloody Rain Splashdown
A Community Breakdown.
‘’Hu-ston ..we have a Problem’’
We Brought Black people here as Slaves
Now It’s a ‘’Punk down Rave’’!
There Moshin each other into their Graves.
They forget their History
Of Marches and Fire hoses
German Sheppard’s tearing at their Flesh
As the Kennedy’s were put to rest.
After President Carters Smile
These peoples Youngins
Broke ‘’BUCK WILD’’
They forgot how
Emit Till got killed
Malcolm X
Huey
The panthers
an the Rest.
They went from ‘’Affirmative action
to ‘’Gun Clappin’’.
How did this happen?
Ebonics?
Hooked on Phonics?
‘’ Can You spell GEN-O-CIDE ‘’
Boys and Girls?
It’s happening all over the World
Mr. Rogers is dead
An It aint a wonderful day in the Neborhood.
What do you tell the Brothers, sisters,?
The Mother’s when their son’s or Daughter ‘s takes 3 in the Chest?
Or do you keep saying spent shells found around the police station
Is just a few kids letting off Frustration?
Let the Blood Flow
down the Hill
to the River
see it turn to a sea of Blood.
Can you see the Blood?
Can you see no Glory?
Can you see no one saved by a 911 call?
' Ballers’’ laughing at his fall.
Another Black teen walks the tightrope of Angels
no more waiting..
He lost
He slipped..
he took that fall.
no longer can he hear his mama call...
Friday, August 3, 2007
Cut From ROCK
If I died what would you say?
That you chiseled a child out of Rock Cocaine?
with dust of Disire
smoke dreams to cope
hoping how things should be
its life that chokes.
What would you say if I didnt support your Habit?
or pretended not to have it?
To keep you off the streets..
I do it to keep you from 'Hoein'
from being distant, diseased
an you know it.
To keep whatever a friend is respecting me.
I know the Talk on the street Bout my mama an me.
CRACK MAMA
CRACK BABY
DADDY MAYBE.
But if I died what would you say?
That I sling Rocks day after day?
Rollers Rollin Up I duck out the way?
Bustin a Cap?
Childs play
Adult games with Bloody Stains.
But Ma, If I died what would you say!
as they hosed my Blood away.
I know what you'd say
''How am I gonna get my Rock today.''
Our Lives a Cocaine Caracture
a Rock Statue
like smoke
Blown away...
That you chiseled a child out of Rock Cocaine?
with dust of Disire
smoke dreams to cope
hoping how things should be
its life that chokes.
What would you say if I didnt support your Habit?
or pretended not to have it?
To keep you off the streets..
I do it to keep you from 'Hoein'
from being distant, diseased
an you know it.
To keep whatever a friend is respecting me.
I know the Talk on the street Bout my mama an me.
CRACK MAMA
CRACK BABY
DADDY MAYBE.
But if I died what would you say?
That I sling Rocks day after day?
Rollers Rollin Up I duck out the way?
Bustin a Cap?
Childs play
Adult games with Bloody Stains.
But Ma, If I died what would you say!
as they hosed my Blood away.
I know what you'd say
''How am I gonna get my Rock today.''
Our Lives a Cocaine Caracture
a Rock Statue
like smoke
Blown away...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A GREAT REVEIW
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FEATURE
Thugs Against Violence
July.01.2007 - by: Matthew Sheahan
New York is the birthplace of what’s now politely referred to as "urban culture," or hip hop. Rap music became popular in the early 1980s thanks to the efforts of its Bronx-born pioneers and the breakthrough albums of Queens-based Run-DMC.
But the rap and the "urban culture" that I knew twenty years ago is long gone. What passes for hip hop today is a sad shell of what once was a vibrant and intelligent musical form. Today’s rap has degenerated into a clownish and violent imitation of rap’s original promise.
Not that the majority white culture has many of us swelling up with pride, but for blacks and Hispanics, who suffer disproportionately from poverty and crime and a culture that helps fuel both, popular culture should produce something a little better and more purposeful.
Someone needs to be there to cut through the bullshit and speak truth to the powerless. Someone with some wisdom and talent and real experiences with street life and prison ought to be out there producing books and music and presenting an alternative to the hip hop minstrel show that the mainstream media feeds them. That’s where Carolyn Baxter aka ''Kulcha Born'' comes in.
Carolyn Baxter grew up in New York and frequently visits the city today from her home upstate near Poughkeepsie. She dropped out of school at 15, and unlike the celebrated rappers of today, she did real time in prison. Her six years behind bars were due to what she calls "adolescent dumb stuff".
One of the things she noticed about prisons is that the arts programs didn’t appear to be very relevant to the people in prison. She also noticed that a lot of people who were coming out of prison were often going right back in.
After she got out, she became a nurse specializing in treating HIV patients, Rehab, and is a Psychiatric nurse to this day. She took an interest in writing as a teenager, continued to write while in prison, and has had two books published and Numerous Essay’s and Hip-hop articles Published.
‘’The Hunt is On and Black men are the Prey was part of a Washington Post series on Contemporary Black men. ’’Snoop Dogg and Imus in Bed on Welfare was on Various internet sites. After Imus was bounced out of Talk radio for Racist remarks.
While in prison, she wrote her first book of poetry, Prison, Solitary and Other Free Government Services. She’s written two other books. Assata and the Baby Gangster, Vol. 1 is based on her life and prison experiences, including meeting radical black activist Assata Shakur (a.k.a. Joanne Chesimard). Currently seeking a Publisher.
Her latest book is called Platinum Dreams Lead Reality. "When I hear that young black and Hispanic men are safer in the war in the middle of Afghanistan than on a corner in the South Bronx, it’s like a stab in the belly, of a proud culture, forever pregnant with creativity, and intellectual innovation, killing its young," she writes. While championing rap music, Baxter is disgusted with the way rap music is marketed to young people.
"It’s a whole image of the black thug gangster-is Racist,and Sexist. It’s a brainwashing tool she say's. That’s where ''Thugs Against Violence'' steps in.
Her idea for an Organization called ''Thugs Against Violence'' is to appeal to young black and Hispanic kids to turn their life around and avoid prison. Hearing from someone like her, who has been to prison and lived the kind of dangerous street life that most gangster rappers only have wet dreams about, will make more of an impact on kids.
"I tell these guys, when I work with gangs, You rise Together but you fall alone. they’re not going to win with this. The System has a Custom made cage just for them. I tell them my experiences and I’ll tell them about people that I have known. I don’t preach to them. I’ll tell them about someone that lives three blocks from them."
She aims her efforts at black and Hispanic kids. "The black kids have it a little different," she says. "The white kids who listen to rap are not shooting each other."
Working as a nurse on movie sets got her small acting roles,and entrance into the Screen Actors Guild (S.A.G) her roster of celebrities that she’s met gives Baxter another way to keep young people’s attention. She’s worked in and had small roles in films Starting with a Whoopee Goldberg movie ‘’Eddie’’. Others including The Basketball Diaries, Copland, Sleepers, The Devil’s Own and Many others.Shes worked with stars such as Kevin Bacon, Brad Pitt,Mark Whalberg, Leonardo Dicaprio,Harrison Ford,Denzel Washington,Silvester Stalone and many others.
Baxter sees rap music as being co-opted by wealthy producers who care only about the bottom line. "You have these guys who are completely materialistic and capitalistic," she says. "They are the worse of the worst." She mocks the wealthy elites of the rap music industry, like Def Jam mogul Russell Simmons. "Russell Simmons-he’s not really a rapper. If he had to rap at the drop of a hat, what would he rap about? ‘My mansion sprung a leak? and my maid is off Today?’’
"Would you rather the kids hear about street life or go to prison?…I know that I was intelligent enough that if someone rapped it down to me, I would have taken the advice." Instead of being in a Family that hid emotions and the world from me,discouraging individualisim Invalidating me at an early age, preparing me to become a child Victom of a Racist System.
She’s written articles criticizing both hip hop executives as well as more palatable black leaders, including celebrities like Bill Cosby. (I like Bill Cosby as much as any other white person, but admit it: The Cos’ would probably not last too long in the joint.) He aint the Voice of the ''People'' so he should just ''Fall back''! People are not the ‘’Target’’ it’s where their Tax dollars are going and the ‘’Organizations ‘’that are not putting it to the Intended Use for the Community’s and the Youngins’’.
In her efforts to get Thugs and Violence off the ground, she contacted many black organizations, such as the NAACP and 100 Blacks in Law Enforcement Who Care. Of the 100 or so calls and emails she sent out, she received only two or three replies, and they were lame, excuse-making replies.
But she has not been deterred.
"Our ancestors are angry," ‘’Martin Luther King is still having that Dream, but IT’S gone into syndication and no ones watching’’ she says.
"Harriet Tubman said, ‘I could have freed a lot more slaves if they knew they were slaves.’ If she knew that black men were shooting other black men in the street over bullshit…I’m sure she’s rolling over in her grave. "After all ‘’Crime does Pay, but you have to pay with your Life and you only have one.
She continues to travel and lecture and perform her rap music and sell her books, which sell Very Well on the ’’Bootleg Circuit’’ stores and whenever she performs.
"Somebody’s got to do it, why not me?"
printed July.01.2007
FEATURE
Thugs Against Violence
July.01.2007 - by: Matthew Sheahan
New York is the birthplace of what’s now politely referred to as "urban culture," or hip hop. Rap music became popular in the early 1980s thanks to the efforts of its Bronx-born pioneers and the breakthrough albums of Queens-based Run-DMC.
But the rap and the "urban culture" that I knew twenty years ago is long gone. What passes for hip hop today is a sad shell of what once was a vibrant and intelligent musical form. Today’s rap has degenerated into a clownish and violent imitation of rap’s original promise.
Not that the majority white culture has many of us swelling up with pride, but for blacks and Hispanics, who suffer disproportionately from poverty and crime and a culture that helps fuel both, popular culture should produce something a little better and more purposeful.
Someone needs to be there to cut through the bullshit and speak truth to the powerless. Someone with some wisdom and talent and real experiences with street life and prison ought to be out there producing books and music and presenting an alternative to the hip hop minstrel show that the mainstream media feeds them. That’s where Carolyn Baxter aka ''Kulcha Born'' comes in.
Carolyn Baxter grew up in New York and frequently visits the city today from her home upstate near Poughkeepsie. She dropped out of school at 15, and unlike the celebrated rappers of today, she did real time in prison. Her six years behind bars were due to what she calls "adolescent dumb stuff".
One of the things she noticed about prisons is that the arts programs didn’t appear to be very relevant to the people in prison. She also noticed that a lot of people who were coming out of prison were often going right back in.
After she got out, she became a nurse specializing in treating HIV patients, Rehab, and is a Psychiatric nurse to this day. She took an interest in writing as a teenager, continued to write while in prison, and has had two books published and Numerous Essay’s and Hip-hop articles Published.
‘’The Hunt is On and Black men are the Prey was part of a Washington Post series on Contemporary Black men. ’’Snoop Dogg and Imus in Bed on Welfare was on Various internet sites. After Imus was bounced out of Talk radio for Racist remarks.
While in prison, she wrote her first book of poetry, Prison, Solitary and Other Free Government Services. She’s written two other books. Assata and the Baby Gangster, Vol. 1 is based on her life and prison experiences, including meeting radical black activist Assata Shakur (a.k.a. Joanne Chesimard). Currently seeking a Publisher.
Her latest book is called Platinum Dreams Lead Reality. "When I hear that young black and Hispanic men are safer in the war in the middle of Afghanistan than on a corner in the South Bronx, it’s like a stab in the belly, of a proud culture, forever pregnant with creativity, and intellectual innovation, killing its young," she writes. While championing rap music, Baxter is disgusted with the way rap music is marketed to young people.
"It’s a whole image of the black thug gangster-is Racist,and Sexist. It’s a brainwashing tool she say's. That’s where ''Thugs Against Violence'' steps in.
Her idea for an Organization called ''Thugs Against Violence'' is to appeal to young black and Hispanic kids to turn their life around and avoid prison. Hearing from someone like her, who has been to prison and lived the kind of dangerous street life that most gangster rappers only have wet dreams about, will make more of an impact on kids.
"I tell these guys, when I work with gangs, You rise Together but you fall alone. they’re not going to win with this. The System has a Custom made cage just for them. I tell them my experiences and I’ll tell them about people that I have known. I don’t preach to them. I’ll tell them about someone that lives three blocks from them."
She aims her efforts at black and Hispanic kids. "The black kids have it a little different," she says. "The white kids who listen to rap are not shooting each other."
Working as a nurse on movie sets got her small acting roles,and entrance into the Screen Actors Guild (S.A.G) her roster of celebrities that she’s met gives Baxter another way to keep young people’s attention. She’s worked in and had small roles in films Starting with a Whoopee Goldberg movie ‘’Eddie’’. Others including The Basketball Diaries, Copland, Sleepers, The Devil’s Own and Many others.Shes worked with stars such as Kevin Bacon, Brad Pitt,Mark Whalberg, Leonardo Dicaprio,Harrison Ford,Denzel Washington,Silvester Stalone and many others.
Baxter sees rap music as being co-opted by wealthy producers who care only about the bottom line. "You have these guys who are completely materialistic and capitalistic," she says. "They are the worse of the worst." She mocks the wealthy elites of the rap music industry, like Def Jam mogul Russell Simmons. "Russell Simmons-he’s not really a rapper. If he had to rap at the drop of a hat, what would he rap about? ‘My mansion sprung a leak? and my maid is off Today?’’
"Would you rather the kids hear about street life or go to prison?…I know that I was intelligent enough that if someone rapped it down to me, I would have taken the advice." Instead of being in a Family that hid emotions and the world from me,discouraging individualisim Invalidating me at an early age, preparing me to become a child Victom of a Racist System.
She’s written articles criticizing both hip hop executives as well as more palatable black leaders, including celebrities like Bill Cosby. (I like Bill Cosby as much as any other white person, but admit it: The Cos’ would probably not last too long in the joint.) He aint the Voice of the ''People'' so he should just ''Fall back''! People are not the ‘’Target’’ it’s where their Tax dollars are going and the ‘’Organizations ‘’that are not putting it to the Intended Use for the Community’s and the Youngins’’.
In her efforts to get Thugs and Violence off the ground, she contacted many black organizations, such as the NAACP and 100 Blacks in Law Enforcement Who Care. Of the 100 or so calls and emails she sent out, she received only two or three replies, and they were lame, excuse-making replies.
But she has not been deterred.
"Our ancestors are angry," ‘’Martin Luther King is still having that Dream, but IT’S gone into syndication and no ones watching’’ she says.
"Harriet Tubman said, ‘I could have freed a lot more slaves if they knew they were slaves.’ If she knew that black men were shooting other black men in the street over bullshit…I’m sure she’s rolling over in her grave. "After all ‘’Crime does Pay, but you have to pay with your Life and you only have one.
She continues to travel and lecture and perform her rap music and sell her books, which sell Very Well on the ’’Bootleg Circuit’’ stores and whenever she performs.
"Somebody’s got to do it, why not me?"
printed July.01.2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Gill Scott is Not Gone
Gill Scott is Not Gone
I remember the day’s when Gil Scott Sang about the haves an the have Nots
Ready to pull a coat an fire a shot!
The Days were ‘’Winter in America ‘’ the Time was N O W
‘’The Midnight Band’’ was a Band of Gypsy’s Runnin with Hendrix an Buddy miles for day’s on end in the hope of Revolution…
But then was then
an was is now
regressed backward to no words of LOVE
No Lennon
No White Dove
stay Dressed
No Musical Experiment.
Complacent request
the guest that stayed to long
to forewarn any one who wants
Forward
or hears the song of what was
has gone wrong…
War’s as soft on the head as TV Commercials
The Dead not even a Memory
Sociality an Poetry is Pain
With no Gain.
Shredded, Dreaded, in the arms, minds
of so called ‘’Fiends’’
A Blood an a ink Tattoo that says ‘’No EXIT’’
in Swirling pipe Smoke
in the dead of night.
Smoke stitch the lungs together
with nothing Clever
with skull an cross bones …
Pussy an Crack is a hell of a Plight!
Gil's Dreams still write.
Gil Scott is Not Gone
don’t feel sorry for his Youthful Scars,born
of his Song’s of Might
Clarity of sight.
When he saw men livin in the bottle
Ripped to shreds
runnin scared…
Gil Scott don’t have a problem
Fame is no longer there to try and solve them
Poets
like Huey P
have the need to ease their mind
to deal with the sanity of accepted insanity.
poets have to ease their mind
when events entwine their rhymes right
became wrong
leaders were killed
Worn Rhythms not out lived
lack of change.
people were infiltrated experiments in Social Chaos
on the Forward
on the life line
on the be on time
On The Welfare Line.
poets have to ease their mind
When there is no Harvest of Trust
nothing to pick and watch grow
or see Colors of the bitter taste of Victory won by the People!
poets have to ease their mind
When understanding the world is a simplistic
infantile oxymoron called ‘’a Leader ‘’
Who trains Blind Society to see thing’s his way.
As People ‘’snort’’ and ‘’moo’’ along footsteps
of wasted Time of a Hateful Past.
poets have to ease their mind
When Commercialism
and Materialism is everything Beautiful.
Where people are Judged by how many arrests,
Chains, and Bars imprison one
to Self Measurement.
Don’t feel sorry for Gil Scott the poet
the Musician or his Lov's and Lifes Fables
not the Label
’’ the Father of RAP ‘’
the First poet in the Company of the Last poets.
Gil Scott is Not Gone
Gill Scott is watching from a height of Understanding
from a Throne of Personal Peace
Protecting the Soul
Protecting the perception of Pain
of Torture
of NOW
Gil has to ease his mind
Gil has to ease his mind
Because he Never owned Tears.
I remember the day’s when Gil Scott Sang about the haves an the have Nots
Ready to pull a coat an fire a shot!
The Days were ‘’Winter in America ‘’ the Time was N O W
‘’The Midnight Band’’ was a Band of Gypsy’s Runnin with Hendrix an Buddy miles for day’s on end in the hope of Revolution…
But then was then
an was is now
regressed backward to no words of LOVE
No Lennon
No White Dove
stay Dressed
No Musical Experiment.
Complacent request
the guest that stayed to long
to forewarn any one who wants
Forward
or hears the song of what was
has gone wrong…
War’s as soft on the head as TV Commercials
The Dead not even a Memory
Sociality an Poetry is Pain
With no Gain.
Shredded, Dreaded, in the arms, minds
of so called ‘’Fiends’’
A Blood an a ink Tattoo that says ‘’No EXIT’’
in Swirling pipe Smoke
in the dead of night.
Smoke stitch the lungs together
with nothing Clever
with skull an cross bones …
Pussy an Crack is a hell of a Plight!
Gil's Dreams still write.
Gil Scott is Not Gone
don’t feel sorry for his Youthful Scars,born
of his Song’s of Might
Clarity of sight.
When he saw men livin in the bottle
Ripped to shreds
runnin scared…
Gil Scott don’t have a problem
Fame is no longer there to try and solve them
Poets
like Huey P
have the need to ease their mind
to deal with the sanity of accepted insanity.
poets have to ease their mind
when events entwine their rhymes right
became wrong
leaders were killed
Worn Rhythms not out lived
lack of change.
people were infiltrated experiments in Social Chaos
on the Forward
on the life line
on the be on time
On The Welfare Line.
poets have to ease their mind
When there is no Harvest of Trust
nothing to pick and watch grow
or see Colors of the bitter taste of Victory won by the People!
poets have to ease their mind
When understanding the world is a simplistic
infantile oxymoron called ‘’a Leader ‘’
Who trains Blind Society to see thing’s his way.
As People ‘’snort’’ and ‘’moo’’ along footsteps
of wasted Time of a Hateful Past.
poets have to ease their mind
When Commercialism
and Materialism is everything Beautiful.
Where people are Judged by how many arrests,
Chains, and Bars imprison one
to Self Measurement.
Don’t feel sorry for Gil Scott the poet
the Musician or his Lov's and Lifes Fables
not the Label
’’ the Father of RAP ‘’
the First poet in the Company of the Last poets.
Gil Scott is Not Gone
Gill Scott is watching from a height of Understanding
from a Throne of Personal Peace
Protecting the Soul
Protecting the perception of Pain
of Torture
of NOW
Gil has to ease his mind
Gil has to ease his mind
Because he Never owned Tears.
FOR- PROOF+ EMINEM-
For EMINEM
(Marshall Mathers an his Best Friend Proof)
If its something that you want ask me
don’t kill me - you feel me?
We don’t always have to agree
Just tell me..
don’t go behind my back stab me
Cant take that back
Whatever I got I can always get back
You take me out you takin my kids
my friends
My fam
My future my plans
I got to see my son turn to a man!
Keep my daughter the Queen she was born as
Stop the CLOCK
Before you reach for the Glock
STOP anger an Envy
I’m not the enemy
Lets go back for a minute
how we got here how we got in it
Under educated ,overhated
Great but underrated
jobs wit no wages
we were
the Slaves that were abated
Hated ,kicked ,berated
Born ,lived, an died
in all kinds of Society’s cages.
Our blindfolded mind still rages
Like Flames from cross burnings
Burning History’s torn Hidden pages
The enemy you no longer see
don’t hate the Playa’s Game
Hate how he
was Framed
Survival skills Reflected societys’ills
distorted Mirror of self he kills.
Faded colors of Red, Black, an Green
Forgot what they Mean.
.
So the enemy
Gets the last laugh After all
you an me handcuffed
thrown against the wall.
Now, Thas GAME!
The enemy you no longer see.
The enemy aint me.
If its something that you want ask me
don’t kill me - you feel me?
We don’t always have to agree
Just tell me…
Or is it to
Late
© Carolyn Baxter aka Kulcha Born
Thursday, May 24, 2007
GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY/NYU/PACE/CCNY
People have said Carolyn..write about what your doing and post your work not JUST your essay's on authorsden.com/carolyncbaxter or carolynbaxter.com (my calender of where my next gig's are going to be.)BUT..where..and what your doin..so here it is... GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY/NYU/CCNY/PACE I MUST SAY the Colleges Listed are my Favorite Places to perform at.They show me so much LOVE! and support ...and they buy book's..Book's book's.They ignore my bad spelling,HORRENDOUS punctuation and they still get the point of my stories. (only my dear friends do that or ex lovers do that) So now I have some real Fans of Hip Hop poetry ,Conscience Rap, and Lovers of the Hip Hop Culture. one love to all the Colleges and the GREAT HIP HOP CAUCUS,AND THE HIP HOP CONGRESS!!.Besides the people that can spell and have GREAT Punctuation...have Miserable lives.I wrote The Poem ''The Struggle'' when after an almost 6month Tour.I saw It's the Punk ass Generation before mine that is running the Political org's,the anti prison org's,the rehab org's..makin ''chedder''(money0 and the political climate stays stagnant for ''change'' for THIS GENERATION!..now I'M no K.I.D a shorty I'M not..but I'M sincere in my Passion and devoted to my Craft of music/writing.The old Dinosaurs..are NOT their businessmen and Women selfish and out for self,If they had a chance to put their Money where there ''Underground is''..they'd pee their pants. So again thank you for the schools that beleave in my work and support my THUGS AGAINST VIOLENCE''NETWORK. One Love.
STRUGGLE
Your struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
Your blood never spilled like wine.
to many places in Society to hide
In costumes You play roles But the ‘’Co’s in prison don’t let You wearYour own Clothes
who you know on the outside
Even with a Jar full of ass kissin an saved dollars from non profit coalitions
Inside commissary has more convictions
Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE YOU
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
saved 51 people at 9-1-1
How many you saved?one?..non...?
would you RUN?
Mexican Pizza Guy mugged ‘’
stop or I’ll pull my gun’
’you Pulled a gun to save a life.?
got stitches in Your head from The PO- LICE BOOT?
How many funerals you been to?
of Black men who’s last words heard were ‘’stop or I'll shoot‘’?
your struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
Never knew Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
I slept in Prison Camp’s with' Great' People
it wasn't you
I’m not a college Kid
you Dinosaurs Speak the past to
or flint your Ego’s on
were there no money in it
yall would be GONE.
I am The kid who was cold
In places you’ve never been
a Solitary cell Billy Holiday was sick an kicked Heroin in
where The F.A.L.N gave me a Blanket and Never spoke with a Reactionary gist
I am the kid who was Hungry and The B.L.A. Gave me there Last Piece of Fruit
an went without.
That’s where I Learned what The' struggle' was about.
as weak Weather People
afraid of a black storm
watched Black rain of pain through gilded windows
standing on Persian Rugs and Political Clout turned their backs and Locked me
Out
of housing ,
education
Corporate Jobs.
was no money in the Hood then to rob
So Progress stood still
silently staring at people who starved.
C.I.A. pressed the alarm and the Revolution went in Poor folk's arm
I’m The Kid who came up hard
The Kid Marvin Gaye Screamed What's Goin on!
atThat's How I Learned what the Struggle's about
From the blood running under the doorway of my own House
No….
your STRUGGLE Could never be my STRUGGLE
as Black men’s LIVES rot on Death Row
Imprisoned in stone your ancestor’s honed
Grab greedy African diamond blood flow
sellin profitable discount designer' ghetto Clothes'
No ….
Your Struggle will never be my STRUGGLE
Now your Heritage came back to The Urban Jungl
eafter the ‘’white flight’’
Black assassinations
apologies of reparations
Back with smiles of Gentrification.
No ….
Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
That’s Part of how it began
Leaving out lie’s deception And In-fil-trat-ion.
You Dinosaurs that killed the Love the first time
The ones After
The Homes
The COKE
the Doctorate
the Divorces
Tummy tucks
an Family Rehab
Are takin a stab at it again!
Made HUEY P Take that First Hit on the Crack pipeAfter where he’d been.
I know the Script from Open to end
Celebrity’s jump in Limos
When The head crackin begins
It’ s ‘’The Peoples’’ pain
neighbors,
grandmas,
Friends
who are the Bloody stand in’s.
No.....
you could truly never be part of my STRUGGLE
Cause you just aint GOT MY BACK.
you aint GOT MY BACK
I AINT GOT YOURS
The Pain to Long
Time to short to speak of how it began
if I can’t call you friend
I can't call you sista.
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
Your blood never spilled like wine.
to many places in Society to hide
In costumes You play roles But the ‘’Co’s in prison don’t let You wearYour own Clothes
who you know on the outside
Even with a Jar full of ass kissin an saved dollars from non profit coalitions
Inside commissary has more convictions
Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE YOU
Never known Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
saved 51 people at 9-1-1
How many you saved?one?..non...?
would you RUN?
Mexican Pizza Guy mugged ‘’
stop or I’ll pull my gun’
’you Pulled a gun to save a life.?
got stitches in Your head from The PO- LICE BOOT?
How many funerals you been to?
of Black men who’s last words heard were ‘’stop or I'll shoot‘’?
your struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
Never knew Black pride Or Lived my Hustle
I slept in Prison Camp’s with' Great' People
it wasn't you
I’m not a college Kid
you Dinosaurs Speak the past to
or flint your Ego’s on
were there no money in it
yall would be GONE.
I am The kid who was cold
In places you’ve never been
a Solitary cell Billy Holiday was sick an kicked Heroin in
where The F.A.L.N gave me a Blanket and Never spoke with a Reactionary gist
I am the kid who was Hungry and The B.L.A. Gave me there Last Piece of Fruit
an went without.
That’s where I Learned what The' struggle' was about.
as weak Weather People
afraid of a black storm
watched Black rain of pain through gilded windows
standing on Persian Rugs and Political Clout turned their backs and Locked me
Out
of housing ,
education
Corporate Jobs.
was no money in the Hood then to rob
So Progress stood still
silently staring at people who starved.
C.I.A. pressed the alarm and the Revolution went in Poor folk's arm
I’m The Kid who came up hard
The Kid Marvin Gaye Screamed What's Goin on!
atThat's How I Learned what the Struggle's about
From the blood running under the doorway of my own House
No….
your STRUGGLE Could never be my STRUGGLE
as Black men’s LIVES rot on Death Row
Imprisoned in stone your ancestor’s honed
Grab greedy African diamond blood flow
sellin profitable discount designer' ghetto Clothes'
No ….
Your Struggle will never be my STRUGGLE
Now your Heritage came back to The Urban Jungl
eafter the ‘’white flight’’
Black assassinations
apologies of reparations
Back with smiles of Gentrification.
No ….
Your Struggle has never been my STRUGGLE
That’s Part of how it began
Leaving out lie’s deception And In-fil-trat-ion.
You Dinosaurs that killed the Love the first time
The ones After
The Homes
The COKE
the Doctorate
the Divorces
Tummy tucks
an Family Rehab
Are takin a stab at it again!
Made HUEY P Take that First Hit on the Crack pipeAfter where he’d been.
I know the Script from Open to end
Celebrity’s jump in Limos
When The head crackin begins
It’ s ‘’The Peoples’’ pain
neighbors,
grandmas,
Friends
who are the Bloody stand in’s.
No.....
you could truly never be part of my STRUGGLE
Cause you just aint GOT MY BACK.
you aint GOT MY BACK
I AINT GOT YOURS
The Pain to Long
Time to short to speak of how it began
if I can’t call you friend
I can't call you sista.
Friday, May 18, 2007
WAR
WAR In The Land of The White Hot SunMama don’t you Recognize me ? its your Son..I went to the land of Sand and White SunUniform on my BackM16 Gun...A Land I knew no oneMuch different When I was injured in 9 - 1 - 1Explosions deception24/7.
They cut out my left eyeWhen I longer wanted to kill baby’s Hearing them cry because their mommy diedStepping on tiny body’s crunch on the roadside.bloody broken bones ripped raw ragged flesh flaming flag of Death
naked fingers reached for the sky
windwaving
won Last Goodbye As I drove by.
won Last Goodbye As I drove by.
They cut out my right eye when I no longer wanted to seecolors Red white an BlueBut Humanity's Hue Harmony reflecting peace.I was not allowed to see or Dream Don’t be ashamed of me Because I no longer believe
The things they asked me
to do to SurviveTo stay aliveDeath all around me
So I no Longer needed my eyes
no more water came out no longer could I cry.
I don’t know If you’ll Ever see me again
Or I'll ever hear dads Voice say ’’hey kid hi ya been?
I’d give anything to hear him say that
Instead of Things insistedwhen I enlisted...
Weapons of mass Destruction Lives Traded For Death
My Honest Trusting.
I saw nothing...
They Cut off my Hands
Because I wanted to carry foodNot Guns
They left me to die in the white Hot sun..
When I greeted a brother A salaam lakum
They cut out my Tongue
They Left me to die in the white Hot Sun
The Bullet ripped through my skull From the Snipers Gun
I wasn’t The only one
who died on the Hill with others
I realized were all one
even the Sand Choked when The blood started to run.
They shipped me back in this body bag with Dead Honor’s Cover
the American Flag..
Days to years
young men to corpses
years dragged
I knew it wasn’t going to get any better...
Just know I love you mama
that’s why I wrote this letter.
WAR In The Land of The White Hot SunMama don’t you Recognize me ? its your Son..I went to the land of Sand and White SunUniform on my BackM16 Gun...A Land I knew no oneMuch different When I was injured in 9 - 1 - 1Explosions deception24/7.They cut out my left eyeWhen I longer wanted to kill baby’s Hearing them cry because their mommy diedStepping on tiny body’s crunch on the roadside.bloody broken bones ripped raw ragged flesh flaming flag of Death naked fingers reached for the sky windwaving
wonLast GoodbyeAs I drove by.They cut out my right eye when I no longer wanted to seecolors Red white an BlueBut Humanity's Hue Harmony reflecting peace.I was not allowed to see or DreamDon’t be ashamed of me Because I no longer believeThe things they asked me to do to SurviveTo stay aliveDeath all around me So I no Longer needed my eyesno more water came outno longer could I cry.I don’t know If you’ll Ever see me againOr I'll ever hear dads Voice say ’’hey kid hi ya been?I’d give anything to hear him say that Instead of Things insistedwhen I enlisted...Weapons of mass Destruction Lives Traded For Death My Honest Trusting.I saw nothing...They cut off my Hands Because I wanted to carry foodNot GunsThey left me to die in the white Hot sun..When I greeted a brother A salaam lakum They cut out my TongueThey Left me to die in the white Hot SunThen the Bullet ripped through my skull From the Snipers Gun I wasn’t The only onewho died on the Hill with others I realized were all oneeven the Sand Choked when The blood started to run.They shipped me back in this body bag with Dead Honor’s Cover the American Flag..Days to years young mento corpses years dragged.I knew it wasn’t going to get any better.....Just know I love you mamathat’s why I wrote this letter.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Death is Never Late
Death is Never LateI’m Gon Have ta slam it like it is
Not ‘’Dumb Down’’
Like when you kick it
with ya Peers.
So If ya got fears…
Cover Ya kids ears
Cause I’m gon have at go back with no Tears.
Not meant to offend this is how it began
From Shackles an Slave Ships
To semi auto with Clips
Aimed random acts at Welfare mothers
an Foster kids
Sayin Its Your ‘’Hood ‘’ You Rep
But the Landlord the One Collecting that Check!
Think he care who’s Blood on his Steps?
Bullet in the Head laying on the Curb
Not a Dream Deferred Ya Heard?
Or get on ya ‘’swerve’’.
Nightmare of Retaliation
aint no way to Build a Nation.
Grindin On The Corner timin the Coroner
Concrete a Satirical Mourner
on a Sunless Fate.
Death aint Never Late
He may miss you once or Twice
Let you Slide from a Drive By
But Death aint Never Late
He’ll Be Back
Cause Death Don’t Roll No Blunts
Or Smoke no Crack
He Jus Carry Shredded Body’s On His Back.
Rap Words and the People who Follow them
Most people that re concerned with ''Rap''Lyrics . Do not Create them for the most part
and hold Rap accountable for being their Kid's perverted X Rated, Cussing Baby sitter.Heaping a Great Responsibility,and the task of Raising their kid's to a large extent on Rap, and the ''Culture of Hip Hop.
Most people who are even a teenie bit Socially and Politically aware, know The American System was not Created for Black People, and least concerned with Black Art. No not the Great African Art in the Museum thousand of Year's old..I mean ''Urban'' Art, in all it's Variations. Racism, Covert, overt and all the other Bitter Flavas, are at an all time High. It's ''So''Comfortable that when It slips,slides and Slithers out of the Mouth of the user...Their Ultimately Shocked!
The ‘’Amerikkkan Way is The Dollar Way. And To Try and Brainwash Distract and Dominate any race of people, it Can for Personal Gain. Since People of Color Black and Hispanic People who ‘’are Citizens’’ in Particular in the Rap game have become Successful, Money is ’’Power’’ They have become a Huge Threat to the status Quo, The Economy.
And the Influence on the Caucasian Kids in a ‘’Undesirable way‘’. So Combining those two elements Rap is to be Dismantled via it’s’’ poetic License.’’ As it’s ’’Legit’’ no other way to attack it. First of all the People who so called want to Curb Rap of it’s ‘’Cuss’’ words don’t Listen to it nor do they create it. Before It ‘’Popular’’ follower stance that is Writers have had Poetic License since the beginning of Time.
It reminds me of the same a similar story of the Drug Game. As long as The Ghettos had it and it was black and brown kids dieing in the street and being thrown in Prison, It was ‘’Ok’’ but when Politicians kid’s and white kids started Puking from Heroin,OD’ing and robbing their Homes for a Hit of Crack. there was ‘’a Drug Problem’’. Caucasians have Created the most Hateful Horrific atrocity’s towards people of Color and fashioned names that have Put a tag of Inferiority on Black Generations since they were brought here as Slaves.And Now there concerned with ‘’Cuss’’ words? A Distraction and a joke. Black Folks must remain True to their ‘’Self’’ expression. As well as ’’Our Identity. That is all we have that is truly ‘’our own’’. We don’t have time to worry about what ‘’others think’’ because the ‘’Others ‘’are not the ones that help us ‘’Get ahead’’ we help ourselves. It’s not Just a Color piece either.
The Russell Simmons’’ Types’’ are paid Businessmen. Capitalists, with their eyes on Politics As well,… most of them.When you see them on the street Like Mr. .Simmons they cower and hold their hand over their face, Like I was going to go running and screaming at him like a Teen smitten with a Rock Group. I looked him in the eye as I passed him on Lafayette St . in Greenwich Village, Like Man you don’t put food on my table you aint nothing to me.
And One must realize that ‘’Gangsta’’Rap is a Billion Dollar Bizz and The ‘’Keepers of the Youth’’ who ever that are.. or think they are. Should ask themselves a question Would you rather your kid hear about the street or go live in the street, or find out by going to Prison.?
If I had someone street Savvy to Pull my coat It would have made a Hell of a Difference and Possibly save me a 6 year sent. In Prison. And Kids are going to hear Cuss words in the Home, In School, at a Basketball game, when in the Car with Grandma, and someone get’s’’ Road rage.’’ Who knows… But the distraction of the way a writer sees the world and expresses it won’t make a difference. Be side’s when it comes to Rap Caucasians’’ Copy’’ us the clothes, the talk(and badly I might add) the Life style. It’s a take thing not a give thing when It comes to the Craft. When slim Shady Rapped he had skills lived the genre and Loved it. And ’’Copied no one’’ Like 2Poc Shakur said He (Poc)Just ’’Diagnosed’’ what he saw.
So when The street is less Violent, cop’s stop killing Black folks, Racism has taken a dirt nap, The same Money maker’s who tried to stop rap in It’s infancy stops making a HUGE Profit from Billion’s they sunk in Product’s that support Hip-Hop Culture, Racism is Gone, and Drug’s are not being sold at the school’s …..Then I’ll stop Cussing.
Carolyn Baxter is an author/Natl. Endowment of the Arts Recipient her books are used in Colleges to teach Various subjects, she performs at HS./University’s Her new Book Platinum Dreams Lead reality at Amazon.com is non Fiction Short stories, and poetry of street Hustlers,playas and Rappers that lost their live's in the street game.
And the Influence on the Caucasian Kids in a ‘’Undesirable way‘’. So Combining those two elements Rap is to be Dismantled via it’s’’ poetic License.’’ As it’s ’’Legit’’ no other way to attack it. First of all the People who so called want to Curb Rap of it’s ‘’Cuss’’ words don’t Listen to it nor do they create it. Before It ‘’Popular’’ follower stance that is Writers have had Poetic License since the beginning of Time.
It reminds me of the same a similar story of the Drug Game. As long as The Ghettos had it and it was black and brown kids dieing in the street and being thrown in Prison, It was ‘’Ok’’ but when Politicians kid’s and white kids started Puking from Heroin,OD’ing and robbing their Homes for a Hit of Crack. there was ‘’a Drug Problem’’. Caucasians have Created the most Hateful Horrific atrocity’s towards people of Color and fashioned names that have Put a tag of Inferiority on Black Generations since they were brought here as Slaves.And Now there concerned with ‘’Cuss’’ words? A Distraction and a joke. Black Folks must remain True to their ‘’Self’’ expression. As well as ’’Our Identity. That is all we have that is truly ‘’our own’’. We don’t have time to worry about what ‘’others think’’ because the ‘’Others ‘’are not the ones that help us ‘’Get ahead’’ we help ourselves. It’s not Just a Color piece either.
The Russell Simmons’’ Types’’ are paid Businessmen. Capitalists, with their eyes on Politics As well,… most of them.When you see them on the street Like Mr. .Simmons they cower and hold their hand over their face, Like I was going to go running and screaming at him like a Teen smitten with a Rock Group. I looked him in the eye as I passed him on Lafayette St . in Greenwich Village, Like Man you don’t put food on my table you aint nothing to me.
And One must realize that ‘’Gangsta’’Rap is a Billion Dollar Bizz and The ‘’Keepers of the Youth’’ who ever that are.. or think they are. Should ask themselves a question Would you rather your kid hear about the street or go live in the street, or find out by going to Prison.?
If I had someone street Savvy to Pull my coat It would have made a Hell of a Difference and Possibly save me a 6 year sent. In Prison. And Kids are going to hear Cuss words in the Home, In School, at a Basketball game, when in the Car with Grandma, and someone get’s’’ Road rage.’’ Who knows… But the distraction of the way a writer sees the world and expresses it won’t make a difference. Be side’s when it comes to Rap Caucasians’’ Copy’’ us the clothes, the talk(and badly I might add) the Life style. It’s a take thing not a give thing when It comes to the Craft. When slim Shady Rapped he had skills lived the genre and Loved it. And ’’Copied no one’’ Like 2Poc Shakur said He (Poc)Just ’’Diagnosed’’ what he saw.
So when The street is less Violent, cop’s stop killing Black folks, Racism has taken a dirt nap, The same Money maker’s who tried to stop rap in It’s infancy stops making a HUGE Profit from Billion’s they sunk in Product’s that support Hip-Hop Culture, Racism is Gone, and Drug’s are not being sold at the school’s …..Then I’ll stop Cussing.
Carolyn Baxter is an author/Natl. Endowment of the Arts Recipient her books are used in Colleges to teach Various subjects, she performs at HS./University’s Her new Book Platinum Dreams Lead reality at Amazon.com is non Fiction Short stories, and poetry of street Hustlers,playas and Rappers that lost their live's in the street game.
Imus an Snoop in Bed on Welfare?
It’s always annoying when People who do not listen to Rap or Create Rap write about it. Good or bad. It’s always off the Mark in a sensitive way. Basic understanding, political understanding, lack of a Creative purpose for Rap, And for whom. Or just a Flat-out Put down. Like Earl Ofari Hutchinson. When Imus Put down The Woman’s Basketball Team. That was Flat out Racism, no two way’s about it. He’s done, gone, out of sight. But the fact that the ‘’Hater’s are trying to relate ’’Snoop’’ Dogg to him is just a Lame attempt for Right wingers.. The Liberals? To have a toe hold on rap,To Rap Bash. Using the after stink of Imus’s remark to start a buzz to Motivate, what was done to rap before It went Global .Imus and Snoop would make strange bed fellows indeed. If it weren’t for there abundance of differences.
Fist off Imus Remarks killed Revenue for the station. Snoop dogg Generates revenue. clothing, footwear, the food and beverage industry, his blunt rappers, can be seen in every corner store and Bodega‘s(what’s left of them) on the Road gas stations with the Subways attached. You can get a sandwich, have a Banana flavored blunt, roll up, all with one stop. One shopping. Other than the monetary plus and minuses between Imus and snoop.
If you don’t Like Imus you can turn Him off. People don’t have to pay as he speaks. Where as ‘’Snoop’’ People actually go and seek out his music and pay for it, or pay to listen to a download.’’Ringtones’’included.
His remarks about woman are also Not directed at a’’ particular woman‘’. Like this basketball team or that person per say. Therefore a woman would have to take a derogatory remark or statement ’’ personally.’’ ‘’Hoes’’ do exist. ‘’Bitches’’ do exist. And the times I’ve meet them, I knew it! especially in Prison. Every other person was one or the other. Censorship is a serious matter. The right wingers in the Bush administration have take so much away form People. From affirmative action, to monitoring your phones, the internet, The fact that warrants don’t have to be enforced in many instances to arrest a Person. Just to name a few. All in the name’’To defend Homeland Security‘’. Free Speech is about all we have left.. Where will it end ?When Bush is in Your Bed saying ‘’What’s for Dinner hon?’’
When Snoop was in Court on trial for Murder. His Momma was sitting next to him. He needed her support. she was there positive, dignified and supportive of her son. Also Snoop is married to a Black woman and has 3or 4 son’s that look just like him ,and is a good father who has made donations to groups and is supportive of his sons well being and their football team. school etc. A positive image for a Blackman. For one Moment Let’s assume ‘’Snoop’ stopped cussing. What would happen? He wouldn’t be able to eat or support his family…’’Snoop’’ on Welfare …Not Likely.
So what does that show ?it shows that in Real life, ‘’Reality’’ not the world of commercially controlled Record sales. He is respectful of Black woman. He’s surrounded by. The Black woman that are in his family and circle, I don’t think They would Tolerate that kind of ‘’Putdown’’. He’d be sleeping on the Couch, and might get a fat lip to boot. The Genre of ‘’Gangsta Rap’’ wouldn’t be ‘’Gangsta ’’Rap if it didn’t have explicative Language included. That’s part of It’s draw ,It’s freedom of young teen’s around 15 to 18 or so. His target Market is somewhere between Fantasy and H.S. Graduation. At that age Most people are still under a repressive Family Rule’ i.e. your still living with mom and dad. Your still a Minor for the most part so hearing cuss words, and being able to say them when listening to music with your peers is extremely Liberating. I know it was for me.
I asked a friend of mine who is a Rap basher what is about Rap he didn’t like. Which were all the Thing’s that make ‘’Gangsta Rap’’ Gangsta Rap. The Loudness when you pull next to a stop light and someone is ‘’Bumpin’’ their Favorite track the Cuss words. The ’’saggin’’ pants The whole style of ‘’Hip-Hop’’ he said. I don’t Like it for the ‘’Young People’’ he said. I informed him that he is not the keeper or speaker for all ’’ young people.’’ He said they speak about ‘’Bad’’ thing’s .Then I gave him an option would you rather you kid’s hear about bad Thing’s or Do ‘’Bad ‘’Thing’s ? If I had heard about the street, The games, the Hustles Instead of Being on the street ,Living it. I would have been fore warned. It might have saved me a six year sentence in Prison. So to coin a Phrase that dropped with the Beginning of Rap ’’ Don’t Believe the Hype’’
Carolyn C Baxter is a widely Anthologized Poet/Spoken rap artist she received a Literary Scholarship from BARD College and a Natl. Endowment of the Arts Grant for her poetry in Songs from a free Space Her second Book Platinum Dreams Lead Reality is non Fiction short stories of Rappers, Hustlas, pimps and playas that have lost their lives in the street or in Jail. She speaks at H.S. and Colleges on Urban Crime and Violence.
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I remember the first time I saw Iron Solomon.He beat ''shirt an tie in NYC.I was shocked an a fan ever since.Solomon has put a lot of rappers in NYC in the sleeper hold, like The Dark Rabbi.Man dude should jus retire after an ''attempted''battle with Solomon.It goes to show ya that academic rap shit/memorized lines is short lived in hardcore street Battles.Rabbi should just stay a teacher in public school.To step into a''battle'' zone You got to have big Nuts cats like Big L/Poison pen/C-Rays Waltz/Percee p and others. Ol skool cats created that shit.they were Masters of the game on the streets of The ''BX''and Bklyn.The Ness battle was close but Ness won. He has Grown and learned a lot since his TV reality show days.And stepped into the most innovative and challenging of the Hip Hop Genres.''Battling'' He won For three reasons. 1.you never knew where he was gonna go he surprised you,took you off guard. 2.His rhymes were mini storys. (It took the crowd a min. to let it register.) (''G-Sizzle'' is one of the best at that a)Made ya think.Rap is Famous for that..well it's beginnings.But every GREAT RAPPER/MC did/does that.3.Iron Solomon is getting predictable he throws daggers but The ''early ''Solomon had that story and THEN the biting punchline.Is he getting to comfortable? We have heard those variations of his rhyme pattern before.He's Quick/clever it's SKILL fo sho!But even in the Bible There is a story behind that dagger!it;s not enough.When Ness spit he hit you with an ORIGINAL story, a scene/skill/speed.That is why Ness won at the end of the day he was more ''Original''and Unpredictable To two of the best.Keep it movin.The street/Harlem NY is watchin.
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9/21/2010