For Haiti

You Have No Idea…

Have you ever been hungry?
And no, I’m not talking about “Upper UC, Lower UC, and Rathbone never has anything I want to eat!” type of hungry.
No.
I’m talking about real starvation,
the kind of hunger that leads to emaciation
like the situation of Venecia Louis,
a young Haitian who little body weighs less than half of what it should be
the images of her living skeleton were so nauseating that I couldn’t eat my dinner…and neither could she, even if she tried
she’s so skinny that she looks like she’s about to die
but this little girl isn’t suffering from an incurable disease or an eating disorder
No. This is girl is dying because her world has no order,
Do you know what its like to suffer from severe malnutrition?
And no I’m not talking an increase in college tuition so that you can no longer afford the Carte Blanche meal plan
I’m talking about the kind of malnutrition you get when your mother is forced to give away most of your food to starving neighbors so that they don’t murder you and your entire family out of jealousy that you get to eat.
Yes, it really is that deep.
You might think you know, but you have no idea…
What it feels like to be a child in Haiti living every second in fear
To cry out, but to be too dehydrated to shed tears
To eat mudpies, yes mudpies, to calm your craving stomach’s cries.
You have no idea…
What its like to live in one of the poorest nations in the world
How it feels to be tortured, raped, and brutalized
To feel the wounds from being politically, economically, and socially crucified
To see your world full apart all around you and all you can do scream is WHY? WHY? WHY?
Even I thought I knew about the deprivation in Haiti…but I had no idea.
EDUCATE YOURSELVES

Mein Kampf (My Struggle)

*I should give a disclaimer to this, but I'm not. If you're dumb enough to think that this has anything to do with any type of adoration for Hitler, you're an idiot.

No.
This is not a reverse Hitler-esque poem that cries about how blacks need a home.
No.
This is not about the African-American struggle of racism, discrimination, self-hatin', and harangues about how we will nevermake it.
No.
This is about my own individual struggle
like Hitler
but minus the bigoted gibberish about exterminating the blacks and the Jews and the gays
No,
this is about my reality, my struggle,my ways
My struggle is unique to myself but can apply to anyone else
My struggle is about me
and how I became too blind to see who I was, or am-
Because it's like damn
I lost myself like a swimmer would lose his life when the dams break
or when an entire population and culture dissipates when the levees break
and in the process of death I lost me,
my beliefs,
what I stand for,
my identity.
And no matter how hard I try and where I search,
I can't seem to find me
M.E.
What do these two letters even mean?
I must eliminate my emptiness
and most definitely eliminate my eternal misconceptions in an attempt to erase misery and emerge back into..
M.E.
Dreaming of when I was an infant and I was free
when I could just lay in bed and have everything handed to me
When I could just smile, eat, shit, and sleep all day
Now I sleep because I can't bear to face another day
because then I will wake and realize that I'm only a shell of my former, fresh out of the womb naked self
Sometimes, almost always, I feel like somebody else
Tara who?
To tell the truth
sometimes I forget my own name,
cuz ever since that day nothing has ever been the same
and it's true, things change
but what do you do when nothing that keeps you sane remains?
Guess that's why I'm going insane
It's a tug-o-war and I'm losing the game
So what's my name?
Tell me is life just a game?
before you answer that please direct me to the lost and found
even though not too deep down I know that I am lost and will never be found
I was once lost and am still lost
my vision was blurry and now I can't see
So, where the hell is my Amazing Grace?
Will I always be trapped in my struggle?
Mein Kampf
Like Hitler,
but minus the bigoted gibberish about exterminating the blacks and the Jews and the gays
No,
this is about my reality, my struggle,my ways

Wiki-Hip Hop

This is what comes up when you search "Hip Hop" in Wikipedia.

"Hip hop music is a music genre typically consisting of a rhythmic vocal style called rap which is accompanied with backing beats. Hip hop music is part of hip hop culture, which began in the Bronx, in New York City in the 1970s, predominantly among African Americans and Latino Americans.[1][2] The term rap music is often used synonymously with hip hop music.

Rapping, also referred to as MCing or emceeing, is a vocal style in which the performer speaks rhythmically and in rhyme, generally to a beat, recently, however, a difference has developed between "rapping" and "MCing". "MCing" has been used to describe those artists who possess and exercise superior lyrical ability and prowess. Beats are traditionally generated from portions of other songs by a DJ, or sampled from portions of other songs by a producer, though synthesizers, drum machines, and live bands are also used, especially in newer music. Rappers may perform poetry which they have written ahead of time, or improvise rhymes on the spot with or without a beat. Though rap is usually an integral component of hip hop music, DJs sometimes perform and record alone, and many instrumental acts are also defined as hip hop."

Although they tried, it seems a little weird when people narrowly define Hip Hop or when they even attempt to define it at all. I believe that Hip Hop is like beauty, it's in the eye of the beholder. Way back in the beginning of the semester when the class had to free write about "Hip Hop Is," I'm pretty sure that no two people had the same description of Hip Hop. Personally, I think its a way of life. It's more than a music form and even a culture. HIP HOP IS LIFE FOR THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO LIVE IT.

Stanky Leg

My friend from the South told me that this is the new Soulja Boy down there. It plays in all the clubs and is the hottest thing right now. I never even heard of it until I youtubed it.

Is this Hip Hop AND is it authentic? Hmm..

No Time For Fake Niggas

No Time for Fake Niggas:Hip-Hop Culture and the Authenticity Debates

The presentation that I gave in class the other day really had me thinking. You know...what makes a rapper authentic? What determines if they are Hip Hop or not? Is it their lyrical content? Their swagger? Is it how much money and hoes they have? What truly makes an authentic rapper? Does authenticity lie in the eyes of the beholder (the listeners/fans like you and me)? Or is authenticity something internal, that is to say that if a rapper thinks they are legit then they are legit..too legit too legit to quit (haha MC Hammer- is that man authentic?). But really though- what makes a rapper authentic and who is anyone to judge what authenticity is? I really have to think about that one. Damn, this is getting philosophical.

Hip Hop is International.

I absolutely love Drunken Tiger(thanks Chris!)

Drunken Tiger & Jaurim - Loving Memory

It's about time that I update ya!

Hey Theatre 196 and my other homies : )

It's about that TIME. Time for what, you may ask? Or WTF is Tara talking about?!
haha
But seriously, it's about time that you all start looking for some Hip Hop Theatre shows to see. It's better not to wait until the last minute or else you might miss out. Not to mention that it's a requirement and a sizable portion of your grades mannn. Check the syllabus!

Kashi sent this to me in an e-mail:

Lehigh's Theater Dept. Presents Hip Hop Musical during Black History Month...more information to come about this soon. I don't have the details yet, but they'll come soon (remind me if I forget please? Thank you).

But check out this link for Lehigh's events during Black History Month (I hope you all know that that's in February lol).
http://www.lehigh.edu/~inking/documents/BHM2009Calendar.pdf

Also, here's the link for the Hip Hop Theatre Festival that your beloved professor mentioned in class.

http://www.hhtf.org/

I'm not too sure if they are having any upcoming shows. I'm pretty sure the festival for this year was last fall. I will try to help you all out with opportunites for shows when I find/hear about them, but it's also your responsibility to look it up too (especially now that everyone knows what type of shows qualify as Hip Hop Theatre after last Thursday's lecture).
If you forgot, check wikipedia. Yes, wikipedia knows everything haha.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop_theatre


Anyway, I was researching Hip Hop Theatre and found that we are not ALONE! There are other Hip Hop Theatre classes at UNCC and some other institutions that have Hip Hop Theatre courses. I think that's an amazing thing though, because that art of Hip Hop Theatre is so beautiful!

Okay, I'm done for now. It's Friday night and I'm sooo not having fun. I'm bored so I'm about to rant lol. So if you want you can stop reading now. All official class business was handled haha.

Ahhhh.... I'm slightly homesick and missing NYC. I'm hungry and sick of damn Upper and Lower UC. Too lazy to go to Rathbone and I don't even want the food there. Wendy's? Nah, I need to start eating a little bit healthier. McDonalds? Even worst than Wendys. Chinese food? Not feelin' it. My throat is starting to hurt so I probably won't even enjoy the food anyway. I have so much to do for law school apps. So many things to do for my extracurrilars too. Sooo much schoolwork to do. Probably have a test next week. Not to mention drama drama drama in my personal life. No Friday night plans. Damn Lehigh??? When do I get a break?

Wow. I feel better now. hahaha
I hope yall didn't read that.

Despite all the b.s., I'm just gonna smile. Life is too short to stress.


Peace. Enjoy your weekend!

My Reaction to the Inauguration

* This was an assignment for my Poli Sci class.

“What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.” (From President Barack H. Obama’s Inaugural Address given on January 20, 2009 in Washington DC)

Today truly was a day out of the pages of a history book. It was a special day for all American citizens and people all over the world who long for a change in the right direction. It was an inspirational day for those who are viewed as secondhand citizens in the eyes of the ignorant. Today, Americans were given hope that all of their dreams can be accomplished, both literally and symbolically. Today is a day that no one will ever forget, because America as we know it has been transformed. Certainly, President Obama has not had the chance to impact political, economic, social, and environmental policies yet; however, he is a symbol of change. Change, as cliché as it sounds, is exactly what America needs right now. Let’s face it; our world is in a state of decay. Racism, wars, diseases, environmental crises, and poverty are all rampant in our nation and in the world. Peace is merely a concept, a simple thought, as opposed to an actuality. America needs the change that President Barack Obama stands for. I know that people have very high expectations for Barack Obama, and those who do not have high expectations for him long to see him fail. In his Inaugural Address, however, President Barack Obama made a very good point. He stated that we all need to take responsibility, as Americans, for our actions. It is our duty to heal our sick world, and we should exercise our duty with pride in the positive changes that we will be bringing to the world

I Have A Dream...Do You?

"Martin Luther King Jr. delivers his "I Have a Dream" speech, in Washington D.C., Aug. 28, 1963. Forty-five years to the day later, Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama speaks on stage at Denver's Invesco Field to officially accept the nomination."

(AP Photos) ABCNEWS.com

Tomorrow is HISTORY! I hope that everyone will be a part of it and watch the inauguration of PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA.

Seriously...
One of my Political Science teachers was generous enough to move all of our assignments to next Monday so that we can fully absorb the inauguration. Thank God! Because I really do not think I could have balanced a research paper due this Wednesday (the day after the inauguration) and soaking in history. But now I can just enjoy the inauguration without having to worry about any assignments (other than writing about the inauguration, which I will be PROUD to do).

Martin Luther King Speech

I Have a Dream - Address at March on Washington

August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause]

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE Y'ALL!

...And if you don't know, now you knowww

It was all a dream...

• 

"You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars"



Am I the only one who wants to see the Biggie movie that comes out tomorrow???


At the end of this course the students (I wish I could think of a better word than students) of Act Like You Know can stop acting like they know because they will actually know some truly significant things about Hip Hop and Hip Hop Theatre.

Now they all know, if they didn't already, about The 5 Elements of Hip Hop and DJ Cool Herc.

	5 Elements of hip hop: 1.BBOYING 2.EMCEEING 3.GRAFFITI 4. DJING 5. KNOWLEDGE

This course really inspires me to write more spoken word, listen to more REAL Hip Hop, and work on my freestyle game lol. I also want to perform more. I don't really go out and seek performance opportunities, but when someone asks me to perform (Kashi lol) I'm up for it. I love it, it's such a rush. I'm not gonna even lie, when the students were performing The Message I wanted to be up there rapping with them lol, but it's all good. I helped to coach them.

But really, why is blogging so damn addictive? It really helps me gather my thoughts. Crazy. Speaking of crazy, since I'm the self-proclaimed "Terrifying Tara..." Wait, I just lost my train of thought completely. Oh well, should I keep rambling on or just stop the blog right here?

Nah, I'm going to procrastinate a little bit further....


Nilaja Sun in No Child- Time to start looking for shows to see for the class


I can't believe Week 1 of Hip Hop Theatre is done! I'm ready for Week 2 already. I need to remember to tell the class their groups for their presentations and continue working on a list of shows related to Hip Hop Theatre that the class must see. Kashi told me today that "No Child..." is playing at the Delaware Theather soon. I loved that show...it was the sickest one man show when Nilaja Sun did it at the Barrow Theatre in NYC. I saw it with my mommy and we were in AWE! This year Nilaja Sun isn't doing it, but I'm sure it will still be sick. The script is amazing.
*If you're interested in checking out this show here is the link
http://www.delawaretheatre.org/

Alright now, after all this talk about Hip Hop I'm going to go and listen to some good old HEAVY METAL...hell yeah, I like Heavy Metal and I am missing the freaky beautiful people in the Village by St. Marks place like crazy. I'm eclectic!!!

My heart is in dirty NYC.

Ahhh...my favorite store ever. Trash and Vaudeville in St. Marks Place. Jimmy Webb is standing out in front lol... He's the owner/ manager/host of the store and is there everytime me and my homegirl Nat go. He dressed her for prom (jealous) One time we stayed in there almost all day, left, and came back and he says "Oh look, the girls are back!" lol
Love that place. Met some crazy and cool people there too.
Loveee it!

Hip Hop meets Heavy Metal lol. I see so many Hip Hop artist, like Lupe Fiasco, rockin' the skulls and stuff. I've been doing it since I was twelve, not so much anymore because I'm trying to sophisticate my style- but the picture above reminds me of the good old days when I painted my nails silver and black, wore only silver and black, gloves with skulls, and studded leather belts and bracelets, with a skull around my neck (not to mention weighing 20 pounds less- ohhh to be 17 again!!!) "You can learn how to dress just by checkin' my fresh, checkin' checkin' my fresh" - Jay- Z. Yeahhh I was pretty fly back then lol. When two worlds meet it's a beautiful thing. I remember being heavy into the Afropunk movement that James Spooner started. I was like damn, I'm not the only black person who listens to heavy metal, punk, alternative, rock, industrial, and goth and music that mixes these genres with Hip Hop.

www.afropunk.com

Xavier from Blood Sugar (Love the hair)
http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=4276889&albumID=212636&imageID=10691524#a=212636&i=667757

I love Hip Hop, but what I love even more is when two worlds of music meet (like when reggae meets heavy metal with bands like Skindred)! It's a beautiful thing.

Okay, I'm done. Finally! Til next time...

I'm going a little blogging crazy right now but...

I'm not a student in the class anymore (Assistant Teacher mannn haha) , but I still choose to do the same assignments that the students do. That's how much I LOVE THIS CLASS and what it stands for. How insane is it that the students of Theatre 196 get to be graded on doing things like free writing about what Hip Hop Is... ? It's a priviledge y'all. Like I said before... APPRECIATE IT because it's not often an opportunity like this comes around.

Hip Hip Is...

Not just a genre of music but a WAY OF LIFE
It's a culture, a religion, a STATE OF MIND
It's you and it's me,
Our heartbeats,
Our rhymes,
It's the generational song of my mother's time and mine
It's the symphonic melody that has the ability to unite our brothers of every different color
Hip Hop Is..
My eyes and my ears
Cuz I see it all around me, I can visualize it's beat
And hear it blastin' loud and proud up and down my streets
Hip Hop Is..
HOW I LIVE
So how you livin'?
Cuz I know how I am
I'm living life MY WAY
with NO apologies for how I behave and what I believe
I live life on my terms and follow my own doctrines and creeds
Hip Hop Is...
The definition of ME
and maybe you if and only if you're not afraid to be true.
I know what Hip Hop means to me,
so tell me, what does it mean to you?

I'm un-apologetically me...that's HIP HOP right there (lookin' extra heavy metal though lol- ahh the good ol' days)

Hip Hop Culture by Kolongi

The image below is called Hip Hop Culture by Kolongi.

It shows various Hip Hop artist throughout the decades. Who can you point out?
I see Lil Romeo lol.

Hip Hop Theatre...Day 1

Ah yes, today was the first day of Hip Hop Theatre: Act Like You Know Generation 3.0.

As a member of Generation 2.0, I graduated and moved up to AT (Assistant Teacher) haha. I'm excited for what this third generation has to offer. I see so much potential and enthusiasm inside of the students and I hope that it continues throughout the course. I hope that all the students keep their energies up and realize how lucky they are to be having this experience. Indeed, this course is more than just a class- it is an experience! Appreciate it and take advantage of it because a lot of people do not have this opportunity.

The url for my blog is Never Know Enough, because althougt I Act Like I Know and I do know somethings, there is still room to learn and to grow. I want to learn things from everyone...from Professor Johnson (Kashi), AT # 2 (Charles lol), and the students in the class. So...let the fun, games, and hard work begin! Are you ready??? I hope so...

I can't wait to see the class perform The Message on Thursday....get it! lol

Lyrics and link for the video for The Message- Grandmaster Flash

(e.fletcher, s.robinson, c.chase, m.glover -
Sugarhill records 82)
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Dont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her
Own

Chorus:
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under

My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!

Chorus:

My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a
Seesaw

Chorus:

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3kRuJhIVIo