We have to do Better: A Message to Young Brothers Everywhere

I don’t wanna be another nigga,

Tell the government,
I don’t wanna be another nigga,
Tell them white folk,
I don’t wanna be another nigga,
Tell them black folk,
I don’t wanna be another nigga.
Tell the world
I don’t wanna be another nigga,
Waitin’ with my hands out,
Broke in the hood, they give a damn ’bout
Braggin’ to my homie bout the h@$# I fucked
Drinkin’ bottles after bottles, plus I smoke too much.
I never had a job that would pay me well,
I took what I could cause they gave me hell
Spend what I stole on some clothes and kicks,
My ex girl say I won’t amount to s^&*.
But she s@#$ and f@#$, when my car roll up,
Tried to f@#$ her sister, but she talk too much.
Her mama shake her head whenever I come ’round
Whatever high I had when I saw her might come down
I barely go to church but I say I will,
I bow my head right before I eat my meal
The world’s f@#$ed up and they claimin’ I’m to blame
It’s a damn shame cause

Big K.R.I.T. — 

Another N.I.G.G.E.R.

(Another Naïve Individual Glorifying Greed and Encouraging Racism)

Every so often I listen to Big K.R.I.T.’s introspective song, Another N.I.G.G.E.R., to refocus and remind myself of why I am in college. This song motivates me to become a positive image and example for those who are following in my footsteps. This song serves as a reminder of what is waiting for me if I squander my black males collegeopportunity to get a first class education. The alluded to song reminds me of what I am committed to never becoming; unfortunately I see many of my fellow African-American collegians not only pursuing becoming just Another N.I.G.G.E.R., but also willingly embracing the designation.

Though I have been at Prairie View A&M for less than a semester, I have been pleased to discover that there are innumerable like-minded, progressive, goal driven young men and women, like myself. But unfortunately, there are copious amounts of unfocused and unmotivated individuals on this campus. They have consciously chosen to by-pass an unprecedented opportunity for a quality collegiate education in favor of a party and event filled collegiate black males video gamesexperience. To my dismay, many of the alluded individuals are African-American males. It is a relatively routine occurrence to see my brothers sacrifice class attendance in favor of video games, television, or assuming a vegetative state in the student center for hours on end. The fact that they enrolled at an institution of higher learning in pursuit of leisurely activities is the height of ridiculousness.

It is time that young brothers get it together. Not just at Prairie View, but any young black male enrolled at any institution of higher learning.  It is time that we stop partying all night long, when we know we should be in the library studying for a test.  We need to stop spending hundreds of dollars on Air Jordan sneakers, Ralph my niggaLauren shirts, and other clothing apparel rather than buying our text books which we need to succeed and matriculate through school.  We need to spend more time in the classroom learning rather than in the T.V. room watching “Love and Hip Hop.”  We should have our names on the Dean’s list and not on the list of students who are on scholastic probation. We must be more than what mainstream America stereotypes us as. Let’s debunk the stereotypes; on second thought, is it a stereotype if it is true? Let’s prove that we are not an indolent, shiftless, and good for nothing group of people; or in the words of Big K.R.I.T. another N.I.G.G.E.R.

Alexander Goodwin

#ManhoodRaceCulture

The Night I Saw Hip-Hop Almost Die: Reflections from a Night with Big K.R.I.T.

On December 15, 2006, Nas, the most significant emcee from his generation, largely because he served as the bridge between what we have termed ‘the golden age of hip-hop’ to the next generation of emcees, released an album titled, Hip-Hop is Dead. The album title was startling, yet also touched upon a major discussion point that those of us who loved the culture dared to only speak about NASbehind closed doors for fear of damaging Hip-Hop. That discussion point was the realization that Hip-Hop Culture, Rap Music in particular, had changed so much that those of us who had not only created the culture, but also nursed it through its growing pains, no longer recognized it. The rapper Common was seemingly listening in on the innumerable conversations regarding the demise of Rap Music when he pinned the ode, ‘I Used to Love Her.’

Although many of my contemporaries argued that there was no sign of life, let alone an indicator that when Nas released his aforementioned album that Hip-Hop Culture was still governed or motivated by any of the original values and objectives. I balked at such assertions and steadfastly maintained that Hip-Hop Culture was merely going through something that should be best considered an adolescent fit that she would emerge from in due time, she always has. I refused to consider the bountiful evidence that others hurled against Hip-Hop Culture when they pointed out the non-sense lyrics that were now passing for lyricism, the KRSdegradation and maligning of Black Men and Women in rap videos, and the disappearance of independently owned and distributed African-American record companies as valid evidence of its demise. I held out hope that the pendulum would eventually swing away from the materialism, misogyny, and lyrical tomfoolery that had so quickly become a fixture within Hip-Hop Culture and back toward politicized rap lyrics, progressive politics, and uplifting imagery of African-American men, women, and children.

Quite possibly the only reason that I was able to hold out while others lost hope was that I have been extremely caution regarding what I listen to. I Cubetended to not listen to the radio for fear of what I may hear. So while others were spiraling further and further into a nihilistic view of Rap Music, my hopes remained buoyed because I was still listening to Rakim, Ice Cube, KRS-ONE, Queen Latifah, PE, MC Lyte, NAS, Scarface, and would slip in a little taste of contemporary artists such as Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar, and Big K.R.I.T.

I soon settled upon a belief that it was Big K.R.I.T. who was most equipped to be the emcee that served as the bridge to another glorious period of enlightened lyricism. So you can imagine my excitement when I learned that Big K.R.I.T. would be coming to Houston, Texas to perform. There was certainly no way that I would allow this opportunity to an individual who had already established himself as a lyrical genius pass me by.

Although my intention was to enjoy the show, and I must admit that Big K.R.I.T. did his thing lyrically, however, the most shocking aspect of the event was not anything that occurred on stage; rather, it was the audience. I was amazed at how many whites had flocked to hear K.R.I.T., from my observation whites and Mexican-Americans made up the vast majority of the audience. I quickly realized that just as Blacks and whites have varying views upon racial issues, there is another significant divide marring Rap Music, that being a widening gulf between those who are steeped in lyrics and those who are not. Big K.R.I.T.’s place as one of the best lyricist in the rap game is not up for debate, he displays an uncanny flow that he repeatedly displays on club bangers for those who simply want to listen to great music and beats. However, for others, it is K.R.I.T.’s introspective lyrics in tracks such as Something, I Gotta Stay, and Meditate that serve as the best part of any engagement with this emcee.

I was extremely amused by the whites in attendance as they attempted to catch what was apparently an extremely elusive beat to the music being played by DJ Mister Rogers between sets, more illuminating was the reality that their were classic tunes being played such as the Geto Boys’, My Mind Is Playing Tricks on Me, that shockingly did not move the whites, however, any song dealing with superficial bullshit such as drug dealing, Young Thugalcohol, or shaking your ass was celebrated as if it were the best pumpkin pie that they had ever tasted. As the night went forward, I noticed that it was in fact the audience that was dictating not only what DJ Mister Rogers played, but also to a lesser-extent Big K.R.I.T.’s song choice. There was a lull in what came to resemble a hip-hop club whenever a lyrical song was performed; however, uproarious joy ensued the moment a song celebrating cars, materialism, or general bullshit began. It was obvious that the majority of the concertgoers and I had come to this event for vastly different reasons, I desired to hear a poignant lyricist and they, meaning both Black, white, and brown partygoers, wanted to merely have a good time, drink alcohol, and smoke marijuana. The entire scene saddened me beyond measure as I could clearly see what Hip-Hop Culture had denigrated into.

It was obvious that what others had been telling me for at least the past decade was true, a multiracial coalition of ignoramuses have captured Hip-Hop Culture and they will never willingly relinquish it. To see a lyricist such as Big K.R.I.T. have to shy away from introspective lyrical masterpieces was a damn shame. The entire situation ironically reminded me of one of K.R.I.T.’s most recent recording, Mount Olympus. Where K.R.I.T. responds to those who have ignored his contributions as an emcee for so long and only now are they becoming receptive to his music, not his lyrics, rather his music. Big K.R.I.T. states in this recording,

Frustrated
Rap battlin’ never got me out of no public housin’
You tellin’ me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn’t give it to Andre 3000?
Nigga please, these awards ain’t got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say “he the greatest
My favorite, y’all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I’m a sit through this motherfucker
And rebuild for a whole ‘nother other culture”
And that wouldn’t be enough
So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas

Unfortunately, the audience is so dumbed down that it never dawned upon them that they are the people who are being addressed by Big K.R.I.T. in Mount Olympus. I guess that ignorance is truly bliss.

After experiencing the contemporary Rap scene, I am left with little choice to say that although I do not believe that Hip-Hop culture is completely dead, however, it is at best on life support. The descendants of those who created it have allowed outsiders to initially co-opt it and now take complete ownership of it; an ownership that allows for them to dictate what type of lyrics are put on albums and apparently what types of songs a great emcee like Big K.R.I.T. even performs at his concert. Today’s audiences simply refuse to move if it is something of substance aimed at uplifting Black folk; unfortunately, this fact includes African-Americans concertgoers.

A part of me feels like simply walking away from Hip-Hop Culture and Rap Music completely, however, the larger part of me wants to continue the fight to return Rap Music back to its original purpose of uplifting the Black community. And knowing myself, it will be the Chuck dlatter, the decision to fight, that emerges victorious; so I intuitively realize that I will always stand and fight for Hip-Hop Culture. So let me deliver the initial blow by telling all of those who oppose lyricism, in the words of Big K.R.I.T. “Fuck them niggas.” It’s on, let’s work to reclaim, redirect, and own our cultural creation.

Dr. James Thomas Jones III

#ManhoodRaceCulture

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