Black Lives

Soundtrack of The Revolution

Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, J. Cole stand up!

Special shout out to D'Angelo.

Where my Harlem Renaissance spitters at?

Throughout history, Artists have given voice to the Spirit of the Day. 

Artist's stories, paintings, and songs have moved touched and inspired since the moment Humanity looked up at the Stars and Wondered. 

Truly, one Song can raise up an Nation...  feed the Soul of an Army.

So at this moment in history, what Song will be "broadcast" and "exported" around the world as representative of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown's beautiful, brilliant, beleaguered generation? 

"BAKING SODA I GOT BAKING SODA!?!" Cut the bull-shnyde!

America's obsession with Money and Violence dates back to the Triangle Trade (Rum-Slaves-Sugar) and the Middle Passage. 

Modern day Asian sweatshops ain't got jack on 200+ years of free labor for this start up corporation called America... 

Hell, the Trail of Tears was a commercial real estate eviction that cleared the way for multi-million dollar college athletic industries like the Southeastern Conference (SEC). 

A nation forged, nurtured and fertilized with bloody sacrifices has cultivated an appreciation for anarchy, an appetite for destruction.     

Initially, that appetite was fed the old fashioned way, gorged on Strange Fruit and War.   

In the modern era, the bloodlust is sanitized for consumption in American Art.

Look at our films, video games and for fans of reality TV, the local evening news. 

Now with DVR's and web streaming you can binge watch an entire season of "Burning & Looting:  First World Nigger Revolt" in a weekend.   

So today, The Revolution IS in fact being televised and tweeted and hash-tagged and trending and going viral. 

"Burning & Looting" this generation has familiar characters and conflicts:  cops vs. criminals; rich vs. poor; black vs. white. 

While the script hasn't changed, the new soundtrack for this season of "Burning & Looting" is quite promising...  music from and inspired by Golden Era hip hop: 

From KRS-1, Chuck D, and Rakim through NWA, Wu Tang and Boot Camp Click -- a generation of strait spitters.  

Think about the fact that Cuban Links, Dah Shinin, The Infamous, The Chronic, Doggystyle, Ready to Die, Illmatic, 36 Chambers, Bizarre Ride To The Pharcyde, Enta the Stage, One For All Low End Theory, Midnight Marauders, and Southerplayalisticadillacmusik were released to commercial success within a five year span!

Diverse, authentic, hard core lyrics...  

Then came the Shiny Suit Era and mainstream hip hop music became one vapid oversexed corny-ass commercial for American corporations.  

After Helta Skeltah's "Nocturnal" and The Roots "Illadelph Halflife" dropped, hip hop damn near fell off a cliff...

Right when the first generation of crack babies began to have babies of their own, the soul and conscience of the music was subjugated for a paycheck. 

Remember when Jordan declined to comment on political issues because "Republicans buy sneakers too"?  Ha!

It only took Tamir Rice and Walter Scott and Trayvon, and Ferguson, and Fruitvale, and Baltimore, and another Nigga Dead every day for Real Emcees to step up and represent for the culture.   

So while Cole and Badmon and Lamar dig in the crates there is hope for a new Song. 

A Song that Billie Holiday and Sam Cooke would be proud of.

I've had it up to here with ya'll weak ass rappers...

Sing the chorus with me if you smell what Rockness Monsta is cooking!      


Boom Bye-Bye,

AB Esquire

B-More Burning

Ever heard the Story about "The Straw that broke Da Camel's Back"? 

I mean the Story itself, not the metaphor or the allegory or the simile or the analogy or the object lesson or whatever... The Story about the Straw? 

Once upon a Time there was a Folk.  A Decent Folk... Loving Folk....  A Beautiful, Forgetful, Forgiving, Spiritual, Musical Folk who had the special ability to make something out of nothing. 

Mastering the Mathematics of Music, they created everything there is.  So effortless was their Science of Song it was as if they personified Alchemy, for out of their very breath and sighs came Gold from the Ether.

So effortless was their Science of Song that these Folk gave it away for Free

As freely as the Universe gives sunlight and rain, these Folk shared the wonders of their Science of Song.

But the Game is to be Sold not told...

so Sold they were,  to the West, to build New Egypt with their Science of Song.  And build it  they did... for Free.  From Blues and Bluegrass to Jazz, Rock and Hip Hop, Royalty Free.

But the rent was due, and Folk credit wasn't too good, plus they had that thing a few years back on their record so what's a Nigger to do nah mean?

I mean so what Folk dug the hole and poured the foundation and cosigned in Blood the mortgage for America's sovereignty? 

The rent is due and everybody got to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps; barefoot, homeless, pregnant from rape by Master or whatever. 

I mean if WE start giving Folk free lunches (or laptops in kindergarten) Niggers will just lay down on the job and stop picking all this cotton and singing and dancing and running and jumping and cooning and fighting and making sport and reinventing Style and all the other shit that keeps America relevant right? 

How long you think them Aztec Rude Boys gone be content with picking oranges?  Best keep Tyrone and his Folk under pressure right?

So Five-O said freeze before, during and after the bloodbath -- if you're lucky.  Otherwise, Folk are locked up -- locked out -- locked down.  Because, as the Story goes, those Decent -- Forgetful --Loving -- Beautiful -- Spiritual -- Musical Folk are also pathological criminals??? 

400 years and Time keeps on keeping on -- like the Folk.

Folk who are still Decent -- Loving -- Beautiful -- Spiritual -- Musical and increasingly less Forgetful...

They're making Folk like that nowadays... less Forgetful.

More Folk remember the awful color, smell and taste of Strange Fruit hanging from trees in Mississippi, Arkansas  and Alabama, from lamp posts in Chicago, Tulsa and New York. 

More Folk realize that rent is for tenants and if Folk names ain't on the U.S. Title Deed, ain't nobody's is.

Less Folk see the benefit of stooping to conquer, considering the fact that they just get farted on down there. 

And Folk are  still Decent -- Loving -- Beautiful -- Spiritual -- Musical and Loyal like a much fuh.

So they "ride or die" with Uncle Sam, despite double the national unemployment rate and redlined communities and the prison industrial complex and the global embarrassment of American public schools.

But don't get it twisted, Folk been screaming F@*! the Police since 1776, ask Harriet Tubman and Huey P... you know some Folk are troublemakers like that.

But now in B-More -- some More Folk screaming. 

All because of One Straw. 

One Straw -- The Severed Spine of a twenty-five year old man previously destined for anonymity.

One Straw

That Severed Spine and the insultingly transparent stall tactics of the B-More Police broke Da Camel's Back...  

Since Folk obviously were not heard in Ferguson and Miami and Oakland and Detroit and New York, and everywhere else in the country where Folk live and get their asses whipped by police, B-More figured to turn up for themselves. 

What does it profit Folk to give every ounce of their Souls to a Land only to have their children slaughtered like cattle?

So who You mad at?

The Straw?  The Camel?

No free lunches for single mothers or crooked ass cops right?

Either way, this is the American way and its time to Pay Up.

How much does a camel "backeotomy" cost anyway???


AB Esquire