Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management
marketing manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
is prohibited by law.
Or Does It? Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now when it now comes down to things and my new perspective on life, I’m starting
to do things that are important to me, instead of things that made me feel important.
This drastically subtle change, ironically came from my love of music. That’s right,
Music. Music is one of the few languages that can be accepted and absorbed by
those that don’t really understand what’s being said. It might be the beat, the rhythm,
pitch of a voice or something. But it’s a universal feeling, many of us can relate to,
without fully understanding the dialect being spoken. Now my love for music ranges
pretty dam far. But today, I’m speaking about rap ? hip-hop music. On the surface,
many wont, not cant, but wont relate to lyrics being sung, or “slanguage” being
spoken. Many define this genre of music as rough, raw and destructive. Mindless,
meaningless, and a simple format of stringing words together, speaking about
nothing is what many define this art as. I respect the opinions of others, but firmly
dis-agree on this topic. Most that confuse it as jargon or crap, focus too hard on the
“trigger’ words, instead of the substance of the words that surround those words that
get peoples attention. On the surface, many think the use of the word, “nigger”, is
negative or derogatory. I agree on many levels that the word nigger is harsh, but
wonder if those that go beyond that, really know what they are listening to. I’m torn
between right or correct, instead of right and wrong. I’m torn in half, for the
appreciation I have for the soldiers fighting for my freedom and risking their lives for
me, and thinking on the other hand, this is their job of choice and doing what they’re
paid to do. I’m thinking about moving to a small town and employing others to gain
control, but also worried about being labeled as an outsider, trying to buy his way into
the hearts of those that have lived there for years. You see it’s suicide for a big fish to
enter into a small pond, because he will have trouble maneuvering around. As it is
the same results for a piranha to be alone in a large ocean, trying to feed alone
without its cohorts to help gather, conquer and devour its prey. I’m torn when I hear
beautiful women rip apart Brittany Spears on topics ranging from her marriage to her
performing, then see them buying her perfume, albums and everything else she
endorses. I’m torn when I read or hear that our government is financing newspapers
in the middle-east countries, to promote free speech. I’m torn, but then again I start
piecing together and realizing, somewhere in a homeless shelter, a family that’s lost
everything but their existence, could really care less. Or do they?
But back to the “slangauge”. You know in my lie, I’ve primarily dated Caucasian
women. Let me rephrase that, the majority of women I have had the privilege of
dating, have not been from African descent. I’m not bragging or boasting anything
here, just stating the facts to tell you a story. I cant really explain why, or should I say
wont right now, but this is just a fact. Now why this is important, is the things I’ve
personally seen and witnessed, may be things many overlook or don’t admit to in
public. I will never claim to be a physic or mind reader, but I do feel as though, each
of us has a unique gift to see things other don’t. What I’m talking about is the verbal
language we use in describing things. Have you ever noticed that those that are
from Japan, are called, Japanese. Those from Cuba, label themselves as Cubans.
Those from Italy, are known as Italians and those from the country north of the United
States, Canadians. Why are Americans called Caucasians, and those with darker
skin and from African descent, called blacks? Where is the identity in our
descriptions, and where in the world did the word, “nigger” come from? I know I
know, you say back in the slave days. But why the word, nigger, and who in the hell
came up with that? Now, hold on to that thought, and come with me to the next one,
that has to deal with rap music. Do you realize that the “N” word that was used in
slavery, is not the “N” word use in rap music?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now when it now comes down to things and my new perspective on life, I’m starting
to do things that are important to me, instead of things that made me feel important.
This drastically subtle change, ironically came from my love of music. That’s right,
Music. Music is one of the few languages that can be accepted and absorbed by
those that don’t really understand what’s being said. It might be the beat, the rhythm,
pitch of a voice or something. But it’s a universal feeling, many of us can relate to,
without fully understanding the dialect being spoken. Now my love for music ranges
pretty dam far. But today, I’m speaking about rap ? hip-hop music. On the surface,
many wont, not cant, but wont relate to lyrics being sung, or “slanguage” being
spoken. Many define this genre of music as rough, raw and destructive. Mindless,
meaningless, and a simple format of stringing words together, speaking about
nothing is what many define this art as. I respect the opinions of others, but firmly
dis-agree on this topic. Most that confuse it as jargon or crap, focus too hard on the
“trigger’ words, instead of the substance of the words that surround those words that
get peoples attention. On the surface, many think the use of the word, “nigger”, is
negative or derogatory. I agree on many levels that the word nigger is harsh, but
wonder if those that go beyond that, really know what they are listening to. I’m torn
between right or correct, instead of right and wrong. I’m torn in half, for the
appreciation I have for the soldiers fighting for my freedom and risking their lives for
me, and thinking on the other hand, this is their job of choice and doing what they’re
paid to do. I’m thinking about moving to a small town and employing others to gain
control, but also worried about being labeled as an outsider, trying to buy his way into
the hearts of those that have lived there for years. You see it’s suicide for a big fish to
enter into a small pond, because he will have trouble maneuvering around. As it is
the same results for a piranha to be alone in a large ocean, trying to feed alone
without its cohorts to help gather, conquer and devour its prey. I’m torn when I hear
beautiful women rip apart Brittany Spears on topics ranging from her marriage to her
performing, then see them buying her perfume, albums and everything else she
endorses. I’m torn when I read or hear that our government is financing newspapers
in the middle-east countries, to promote free speech. I’m torn, but then again I start
piecing together and realizing, somewhere in a homeless shelter, a family that’s lost
everything but their existence, could really care less. Or do they?
But back to the “slangauge”. You know in my lie, I’ve primarily dated Caucasian
women. Let me rephrase that, the majority of women I have had the privilege of
dating, have not been from African descent. I’m not bragging or boasting anything
here, just stating the facts to tell you a story. I cant really explain why, or should I say
wont right now, but this is just a fact. Now why this is important, is the things I’ve
personally seen and witnessed, may be things many overlook or don’t admit to in
public. I will never claim to be a physic or mind reader, but I do feel as though, each
of us has a unique gift to see things other don’t. What I’m talking about is the verbal
language we use in describing things. Have you ever noticed that those that are
from Japan, are called, Japanese. Those from Cuba, label themselves as Cubans.
Those from Italy, are known as Italians and those from the country north of the United
States, Canadians. Why are Americans called Caucasians, and those with darker
skin and from African descent, called blacks? Where is the identity in our
descriptions, and where in the world did the word, “nigger” come from? I know I
know, you say back in the slave days. But why the word, nigger, and who in the hell
came up with that? Now, hold on to that thought, and come with me to the next one,
that has to deal with rap music. Do you realize that the “N” word that was used in
slavery, is not the “N” word use in rap music?