
Blessing: My home boy Issac Hayes just died. Dang. Grammy. Hats off folk. Lived up street from me. First home studio ever went in. my neighbor-shaft dang. folk
Point of order:
1] My crab apples are really blooming this year (see pic).
2] Thanks to BlackTVonline for the best black political blog and SJP for honoring me with the Emblem of the helping hand award.
In English class, we use to have to do explicative writing, where we take the stanzas and sections of a book and use the words to make a point. So I’m bout to try this shit with a recent song by TI. The name of this essay is “is u a bich or what.” Now being a south Parkway jones from Memphis , Ten, some of us got certain standards. The recent song by TI called “whatever you like” goes against this understanding. Take the chorus in the hook:
Stacks on deck Patrone on ice And we can pop bottles all night Baby you could have whatever you like (you like) I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Now tricking, is only reserved for our kids and our women, but then that aint tricking. For if you have it or not, a real ni double g a gone do what needs to be done, within respect to life, liberty and others property for his kids and woman to have. We call that responsibility and it got nothing to do with getting loot nor having Patrone (which aint a good Tequila and got no worm) on ice or not, for it aint hard to tell.
In another verse in the song the author sings”
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothing to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
Now from the understanding of a trill jones, it aint about stacks on deck unless they invested, in gold, or currency or the education of ones self or children. Now the unfortunate thing is that such dictates that a woman, or even worse all women are just merely objects like slaves to be bought, or purchased, and not enamored with gifts of love. For if love was unequivocally important, then a disclaimer of some sort would be in order. However, the reduced generalization is towards a woman, who think that she is only a form of value in terms of how much money is spent on her – at the crib we call this a ho.
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet
The aforementioned is a moot point for unless one is gay, they gone want to stick they horse inside a woman. Moreover, it is a reflection of low self-worth and value for the suggestion is that ones money makes the person, in this case man. This asserts that the ability to think, hold a descent conversation or what one can achieve with their mind is not important – to either what defines a man in his pursuit of a woman, or what a woman sees in a man of being of value.
This is repeated in the song again. Take the following lyrics for instance:
I'm talkin' big boy rides
And big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
For the sagacious, even if one had the ability to afford such, in a time when oil may be approaching $200.00 a barrel and fuel efficiency in the average car is virtually no existent, the suggestion that buying such vehicles and buying jewelry to match, when it may be the result of a miner in South Africa who is prevented from seeing his wife to mine such, or a young child maimed or killed in a war to obtain such “ice”, is merely a sign of selfishness traditionally reflective of western world belief orientation. There is nothing wrong with obtaining wealth, just letting such define what and who one is. This made more paramount in the following stanza:
Cause errbody know it ain't trickin if ya got it
Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Even more problematic is that believing that a woman, or man doesn’t have to work to provide for themselves, or support themselves, may be more harmful to the community as a whole, creating a destitute populous of folks that would rather receive handouts, feel that they should be giving things with out hard work, or in encouraging the belief that I am entitled to things with out work just because I want them.
In summary, although a song and not a poem or piece of well written short fiction, this song seems to represent the suggestion that value can only be in what one is worth and that anything, even a meaningful relationship or another person can be had if the price is right. Moreover it offers the belief that working and providing for oneself moot for any person, especially a woman. From this perspective, the only difference between the aforementioned works is that it is played on radio’s continuously and is more prevelant than books or the written word. The general translation of the song could be literally, "is u a bich or what"; specific to both men and women who abide by such beliefs. The beat is funky and the hook is catchy however, it makes one think that if Kanye West was offered by the KKK to produce a song for them called “Hang that Nigga from a tree”, that many would listen to it, that it would be played on the radio incessantly, that we would say it is just a song and not find it offensive.
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