Mar 14, 2006
I'm Going, Going, Back, Back to Cali, Cali...
...for the first time. So for the first time in my 80 year college career, I am going somewhere for spring break. Will I show my boobs? That my good people, is a promise. Maybe I'm get my stomach tattooed. Thats what skinny niggas in California do, right? Thats what that one guy did right? Yeah. I have 2 days to get all my 2Pac jokes out the way. I hear they hang people for mentioning Pac sideways out there. Its not like he was from Cali. I could understand if he was from Brooklyn. All jokes aside, I have to get myself prepared and I have to get all my preconcieved ideas of California out of my mind. Don't want to be a hater and I love this girl I'm going with, so its going to be fun. I'm out.
Mar 10, 2006
I Wish Oshea Jackson Would Help Us Out
Hello world. This is Sway. I wonder if he and Ms. Badu trade headwraps? Just my thoughts man.
This post has been put off for a mighty long time. It really should have been up last month sometime to coincide with that Black History Month. By the way, shout out to Farakhan. Thank you for the years and years of racism. Cause honestly, thats the only way to make things better. The higher road is soooo overrated anyway, homie. Big ups to you my fine sir. I really hate I missed that Saviour's Day thing you did. But I just know you spread the truth and attacked some Jews and white people. Excuse me, am I rambling again? Um have you guys (like anyone even reads this anymore) been clicking the ads? If you had ads I'd click them...
So I've doing some reading and listening over the past month and I came across some stuff about the black community coming together- just for the month, let's not get crazy. For the first time in my life I thought for a second: thats damn- near impossible to do. When I realised what I said to myself, I thought about why did I think that? I'm pretty sure I'm not being brainwashed, I'm not on some Uncle Ruckus shit, I still care about people who don't have shit. So what was up?
In this lovely country of the United States, people love to trace their roots. Black people can trace theirs only so far. Thanks to slavery lineages are so mudded and fucked the fuck up that its hard to figure out where we're from. Hispanic people can usually tell where in Central and South America parts of their families hailed from before being mixed with the Spanish. People of different Asian backgrounds can tell where they're from. Persians, Indians, Native Americans, etc. They can all tell what they are.
Geography lesson: Africa is a CONTINENT! Not a country... its a continent like Europe, Asia, South America, North America, and Australia- uh forget about Australia for a second that's a bit too complicated for me to get into right now. But the point I was trying to make was all of those continents with the exception of Australia are made up of different countries. England, France, Spain, Italy and nem are parts of Europe; Japan, Russia, South and North Korea, China, India and those are a part of Asia... you get the idea. Africa is no exception. People talk different languages, have different customs, they can tell tell the differences in each other's appearance, all that shit. And like all those other countries, they fought/fight each other.
So yeah. The more I thought about it, the more I got frustrated about being called an African American. Other nationalities get their respect. I've never heard of a European American or a North American- American. See, that sounds dumb. Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb... I don't know where I'm from. I dont know what all races are apart of me. And I KNOW I am not the only one like that. I heard someone at work say they were 100% black the other day. I chuckled and shook my head. She was light skinned! Unless she was Egyptians- I aint going for that (she isnt from Egypt).
How can you expect a group of people who don't who they are to just come together with each other purely because they look alike- or less like someone else. For all they know they could be next to someone that belonged to the family that sold their family to slavery. But wait, we don't even know if their whole family made it over the Atlantic- umm... before their family was broken up at the auction block. But hey, if we can get pass that and still come together, that would be one hell of a show of forgiveness and unity.
I have hope... a little bit... on days when the sun shines.
PEACE
P.S. Oh yeah! A good start would be if we would stop saying nigga all the muthafuckin time.
P.P.S. Check out the kid Gorillarms. He's got a tight blog round here and a website in the works!
P.P.P.S. Bonus points if you can identify the name in the blog title
This post has been put off for a mighty long time. It really should have been up last month sometime to coincide with that Black History Month. By the way, shout out to Farakhan. Thank you for the years and years of racism. Cause honestly, thats the only way to make things better. The higher road is soooo overrated anyway, homie. Big ups to you my fine sir. I really hate I missed that Saviour's Day thing you did. But I just know you spread the truth and attacked some Jews and white people. Excuse me, am I rambling again? Um have you guys (like anyone even reads this anymore) been clicking the ads? If you had ads I'd click them...
So I've doing some reading and listening over the past month and I came across some stuff about the black community coming together- just for the month, let's not get crazy. For the first time in my life I thought for a second: thats damn- near impossible to do. When I realised what I said to myself, I thought about why did I think that? I'm pretty sure I'm not being brainwashed, I'm not on some Uncle Ruckus shit, I still care about people who don't have shit. So what was up?
In this lovely country of the United States, people love to trace their roots. Black people can trace theirs only so far. Thanks to slavery lineages are so mudded and fucked the fuck up that its hard to figure out where we're from. Hispanic people can usually tell where in Central and South America parts of their families hailed from before being mixed with the Spanish. People of different Asian backgrounds can tell where they're from. Persians, Indians, Native Americans, etc. They can all tell what they are.
Geography lesson: Africa is a CONTINENT! Not a country... its a continent like Europe, Asia, South America, North America, and Australia- uh forget about Australia for a second that's a bit too complicated for me to get into right now. But the point I was trying to make was all of those continents with the exception of Australia are made up of different countries. England, France, Spain, Italy and nem are parts of Europe; Japan, Russia, South and North Korea, China, India and those are a part of Asia... you get the idea. Africa is no exception. People talk different languages, have different customs, they can tell tell the differences in each other's appearance, all that shit. And like all those other countries, they fought/fight each other.
So yeah. The more I thought about it, the more I got frustrated about being called an African American. Other nationalities get their respect. I've never heard of a European American or a North American- American. See, that sounds dumb. Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb, Dumb... I don't know where I'm from. I dont know what all races are apart of me. And I KNOW I am not the only one like that. I heard someone at work say they were 100% black the other day. I chuckled and shook my head. She was light skinned! Unless she was Egyptians- I aint going for that (she isnt from Egypt).
How can you expect a group of people who don't who they are to just come together with each other purely because they look alike- or less like someone else. For all they know they could be next to someone that belonged to the family that sold their family to slavery. But wait, we don't even know if their whole family made it over the Atlantic- umm... before their family was broken up at the auction block. But hey, if we can get pass that and still come together, that would be one hell of a show of forgiveness and unity.
I have hope... a little bit... on days when the sun shines.
PEACE
P.S. Oh yeah! A good start would be if we would stop saying nigga all the muthafuckin time.
P.P.S. Check out the kid Gorillarms. He's got a tight blog round here and a website in the works!
P.P.P.S. Bonus points if you can identify the name in the blog title
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