Thursday, June 30, 2005

Just to Get a Rep

Busy day working away and gathering my collective thoughts. I need to reach out to the DT fam for the word sof encouragement. I sent a call out in the middle of the night, but no one was online, so I deleted it from the site, but it still went to people's mailboxes. Anyways, PHH is having its previously scheduled Parent's Meeting for the Summer Trip tonight, so I need to go down there and show some extra support in case it's needed. No b-ball for me tonight. Sorry, Gabe.

"Just to Get a Rep" was a track on Gangstarr's album, Step in the Arena. Sad how a song written to address early-90s violence still rings true.
Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright
And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that he's a dummy
But sticking you and taking all of your money
It's a daily operation
He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station
Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little fame
From the stick-up game
And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain
That the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother
They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck
Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep

Ten brothers in a circle
Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you"
If you don't run out your dues and pay
Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day
See, they were on the attack
And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way
Kick in the rings and everything, ok?"
The kid was nervous and flinching
And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic
But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep

I Haven't Cried in a While

In the 30 minutes since I last posted, I've become aware of some troubling news. Project Hip-Hop has lost one of its youth due to street violence. An overwhelming feeling of sadness, guilt, despair, and hostility is running rampant through my head right now as I type this. Apparently, our Executive Director sent out an email earlier today, but I just had a chance to read it tonight. I'll post just a snippet here. If there's ever a time when the words "keep ya head up", "take care", or "peace out" could ring more true, please fill me in. I don't belive I got around to mentioning it yet, but another reason for my inclination to work in the city was to be more accessible and available to participate in the extracurricular actvities that I so enjoy, which include NSBE, Project Hip-Hop, mentoring, and playing ball; among others. Well, this past weekend, I served as the driver for PHH for the pre-summer retreat. A group of about a dozen students who will be this year's partcipants in the annual PHH Summer Trip got together and bonded as a family at the Packard Manse in Stoughton. I drove three youth down on Friday, while MWH drove the big van and on Saturday I returned to drop another 3 youth off at their homes. It's not as though if I had been more involved in PHH would this tragedy been avoided, but I feel so useless right now. How can I be a part of something like PHH, ever so amorphously, yet something like this can still happen? I'm tired, I'm sleepy, but I don't want to impose on anyone by calling them in the middle of the night to simply vent over a lost soul already gone who I only met ever so briefly. The congrete jungle has consumed another of our gems. Our work is far from done.

A Gangster and a Gentleman

Not quite; but you get the point. An intriguing blend of personality, poise, passion, purpose, and pizazz. Or at least I'd like to think of myself as such. Anyways, today's snippet is from none other than Styles P of The Lox. Enjoy.
The present's what you get
And the past is what make ya future, man
I can't tell you, I ain't God or lil' Superman
No there ain't a 'S' on my chest, but it's a 'D' on my block
And it's said, in life, the deepest lesson is death
I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest
I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best
When I pass I'm like gas, MFers
Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Gotta Love MissVee

" I would like to think I am above whopping a$$ on a whim but I am a brooklyn girl ... and sometimes no matter how refined or grown we like to think we are the... the ghetto will show itself if needed."

classic.