Hip Hop is how I define myself. Hip Hop did not start in the late 70's. It started long ago, undefined, from several points around the globe culminating into what we now call Hip Hop. Hip Hop is a way, a feeling, a thought. This blog reflects my Hip Hop.

Thank you for paying attention.

Monday, October 1, 2007


This blog shall speak of the wretched sea
That washed ships to these shores
Of mothers cryin for their young
Swallowed up by the sea
This blog shall say nothin new
This blog shall speak of time
Time unlimited, time undefined
This blog shall call names
Names like lumumba, kenyatta, nkrumah,
Hannibal, akenaton, malcolm, garvey, haile selassie
This blog is vexed about apartheid, rascism, fascism,
The klu klux klan, riots in brixton, atlanta,jim jones
This blog is revoltin against 1st world, 2nd world,
3rd world division...man made decision
This blog is like all the rest
This blog will not be amongst great literary works

Will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts
Will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion
This blog's knives, bombs, guns, blood fire
Blazin for freedom
Yes, this blog is a drum
Ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors
Uhuru Uhuru
Uhuru Namibia
Uhuru Soweto
Uhuru Afrika
This blog will not change things
This blog need to be changed
This blog is a rebirth of a people
Arizin' awaking understandin'
This blog speaks, is speakin', has spoken
This blog shall continue even when poets have stopped writin'
This blog shall survive you, me. It shall linger in history
In your mind, in time forever
This blog is time only time will tell
This blog is still not written
This blog has no poet
This blog is just a part of the story
His-story, her-story, our-story, the story still untold
This blog is now ringin, talkin, irritatin,
Makin you want to stop it
But this blog will not stop
This blog is long, cannot be short
This blog cannot be tamed, cannot be blamed
The story is still not told about this blog
This blog is old, new
This blog was copied from the bible, your prayer book,
Playboy magazine, the N.Y. Times, Readers Digest,
The C.I.A. files, the K.G.B. files
This blog is no secret
This blog shall be called boring, stupid, senseless
This blog is watchin' you tryin' to make sense from this blog
This blog is messin' up your brains
Makin you want to stop listenin' to this blog
But you shall not stop listenin' to this blog
You need to know what will be said next in this blog
This blog shall disappoint you because
This blog is to be continued in your mind, in your mind,
In your mind...your mind

This is only the beginning...

One love to Mutabaruka.

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