Real Talk

Today the blog is a poem. This is however, entirely permissible, because this is an urban blog.  Anything that is true, real, or relevant is fair game for discussion.  That is because those are the things that are cutting in their revelation and impartation to our own souls.  Urban life is gritty and pungent, like the scent that the homeless men’s urine leaves that fouls the air up downtown. In urban life there is polluted government just lining its coffer’s with the blood sweat and tears of hard working, God fearing, and law abiding folks. Unjust corporations that support the economys of the town may take flight overnight, like a dandelion seed wafting to a third world country to exploit there cheap labor pool and lenient tax laws. It’s nothing personal...its business, it’s urban. It’s urban like the lady who was being mugged in the street and no man was willing to step up and help her because they were afraid of the hoodlums.  I'm not afraid to act, write, or speak about the realities and dilemmas the annals of time have ushered us into.  This is a time like no other since the dawn of humanity!  Did you know that 67 people now control 50% of the world’s wealth?  Yes, I said 67 people own half of the world in land currency, and goods!   www.forbes.com/sites/forbesinsights/2014/03/25/the-67people-as-wealthy-as-the-worlds-poorest 3.5 billion/

If you are not the member of the first exclusive membership, then you may be an unwilling party of the second group of 3.5 billion people whose net worth is about 486 dollars.  That’s urban, that’s urban like your place being burglarized on Christmas, or having your car rammed, only to see the offender crank up and drive away.  Urban like a liquor store, check cashing place, and pawn shop on every block.  Urban like this poem I leave, self-written, entitled:

THAT’S REAL TALK

I’m so sick of these bobble-heads,

Slide on by me simpletons,

I’m craving real man-versation,

The new Chief Keef song, speakers, and chrome rims,

Is boring…when my mind, body, and soul, is craving stimulation,

Cerebral elevation, contemplation, and soul stirring cogitation!

About how our historical legacy

Facilitated these societal ills,

And expanding the definition of what it means to keep it real,

Like developing and implementing legitimate economical skills,

That pays bills… and don’t have to steal and sell dope,

Or do dope, because you broke minus hope and can’t cope.

Or meet the end of your rope, at the muzzle of an AR-15

Chasing dreams, whose odds are paper lean

Simply trying to have a few greens, in the pockets of your jeans…

Yeah that’s real talk!

I’m sick of theses circuit thinking brothers’, 30 years old want to be a rap star…Huh?

If you understood anything, it would concept in your chitlin eating brains,

 That’s the same bullcrap,

Keeping us stuck where we are…

With that ole nigga killer, kill a nigga mentality,

Glorifying dying and promoting criminality!

As opposed to mental liberation, from a relevant education…

And I’m not talking about that junk they stupefying our youth with,

Down at the public school… fool.

I mean the true knowledge of self,

And the conception of family and love,

As a measure of wealth,

Yeah, that’s real talk,

Not that popcorn, Hollywood, insignificant ignorance,

Won’t get you nowhere and don’t mean spit!

Get a life!  Better yet get a knife… and stick yourself…

For your own stupidity and simplicity.

Don’t you realize that your sons and daughters lives are at stake?

The choices you and I make,

Determine the society they will grow up in,

Already the future for the average black child looks thin like the wind,

Corrections Corporation of America wants all our sons to be the pen,

And evil men want our daughters to be their drug addict, fun giggling booty whores,

They want to own a body like it was back in slavery times…

Need I say more?

Yeah that’s real talk!

 Righteousness brought forth, to raise our consciousness, God Bless!