9:09 pm
Friday, 01.18.08
When he says something wrong,
Something politically incorrect,
You blast him for a while
And then become purely upset,
With the music and the videos,
The rappers and their lyrics,
And when we try to defend them,
Clearly, no one wants to hear it.
As if he’s is a mind that
Cannot think for itself,
For every nefarious comment
Is blamed on something else.
Our music may play loud and
Say things they don’t like
But it is wrong to turn the music off
Or make them drop their mics.
And our music is questionable,
Up for discussion, a little controversial,
But it’s not any sicker than
That which we see on commercials.
Our culture is collectively sinking into distaste
And no one is to blame
The art we could be making is going to waste
And we overlook it just the same.
Imus did not recently become a racist,
So he has always been,
Cancel the show to punish racist ideology,
Not reward ignorance and his kin.
The music may have provided
Access to the combination of words
But those are things he himself thinks
And was eager to use the phrase he heard…
Maybe in some rap song,
That may just be true,
But spread the criticism fairly,
In all the places it is due.
A White man reveals his colors
And the media blares and you all lose it
Then here come the pious ones
Trying to clean up the music.
They do not show up to help
In times of crisis and governmental slack
But they call us vulgar, refugees, and looters
Just because we’re Black.
Black people could do more
And you damn right,
And if you quit talking and get to working,
We just might.
Tell us please, American, when you’re ready
To deal with Black life and what’s in it
Because the things you are bringing up for discussion
Are simply wasting our anytime minutes.
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