in 1995 as a part of a brilliant underground album, MY T & DA SINMEN, a group of musicians from South Dade released the single "Is Miami In The House?"
like the pager in the brand new leather case that PODE, (His cute pet name) a member of the band gave me, the plain cassette hot out the studio before going to press, with the song on one side and the instrumental on the other and the name of the band written in red sharpie marker on either side, i keep this treasure in a bag that i will grab, heaven forbid i must exit my residence with a quickness.
the song, in my analysis, spoke to the unabashed, degenerative, ugly, vile, disgust, those alluded to in my previous posting had for G-FUNK music or Gangster rap, as it was marketed then coming from artists on The West Coast.
PODE being from Perrine, a neighborhood in the Southern part of the county and me from Carol City in the North enjoyed what We Floridians called a normal, healthy family relationship. That is we never met or parted without talking shit about each other's section of town.
i will not give space to the specifics of today's journey that birthed ma resignation from hiphop on this day. but i will confess,
THERE IS AN ALMIGHTY WHO DID BEQUEATH UNTO ME, EVERYTHING I NEED TO SUCCEED WHICH IS IN ME, THROUGH THE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS OF MY ANCESTORS, WHO I PROUDLY PROCLAIM HAIL FROM ALL FOUR CORNERS OF PLANET 3RD ROK.
PODE just called me.
and for the first time in more than twelve years, a got to talk 'bout P-RINE!
not e'rybody from P-RINE, just the fact that all a dem generous to a fault, letting PODE be born among and live with them.
and then, as if The Kind-Hearted Decent People of Florida do not have enough to worry about in this housing market, he gone tell ME, He done moved.
i am trying very hard to observe the Dade County Rule, keep family bidness in the yard, so amma just leave y'all wid this, a video from THE OUTFIT, INC.
(that's PODE trying to look muy guapo at the bar, as if it is difficult for a MAN from FLORIDA to look HANDSOME! GOD BLESS HIS HEART!)
El Poderoso
"FUCK SELLIN CDS, ALL MY FRIENDS GET MY MUSIC FOR FREE!"
- EL PODEROSO -
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Te Amo, Mon Aime, AIIGHT!
03.03.09 05:40PM PACIFIC
where do i go to resign from hiphop?
WHERE DO I GO TO RESIGN FROM HIPHOP?
i ask because within this multi-layered gem
there are far too many willing to waste
its untold resources and inherited wealth
because they have a record out
that the public refuses to even accept a free copy of
so they sit and talk about how bad hiphop music is now
how those who are successful in the corporate entertainment industry
(which by the way, they too are a part of)
have sold out hiphop
(as a point of reference, i was 11 and Ma President, 17
in 1978 - THE YEAR - something fell out of a pigeon's butt
in a fairly large northern city and landed on the headz
of those who would then declare 'we have invented music'
and all across the globe their fellow lemmings rejoiced
in unison on bended knee, "thank thee, thank thee, thank thee.")
i witnessed those "old-schoolers" you worship
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
go pass 'NO' SNEAKERS, JEANS, T-SHIRTS signs
while their friends, family, neighbors and fans
who had followed them from the basements and parks
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
were "detained" by law enforcement
for 'lack of understanding that they were loitering
for daring to stand in front of the sohostudiolatin54quarters
and ask
"how come they got in? they dressed just like me?
i sat in dismay in Ma Hometown, MIAMI,
as law enforcement in great forces tried
to 'contain' Deadheads at a concert which just happened
to be scheduled after all those "old-schoolers"
you worship had pranced sea to shining sea
ensuring not even Jerry Garcia and crew
could afford insurance rates being charged for performance spaces
my Soul still hurts from the unrelenting rape
of Southern Soul, that your old-schoolers called sampling
and are yet to this day to apologize for the theft
that resulted in their ability to
overdose on
jeeps,
door knocker-earrings,
2" diameter, 50inches long gold rope chains,
goose-down filled leather jackets with fur lined collars,
BODAGAS FULL OF OLD ENGLISH 40OZ MALTA LIQUOR in their kitchens,
new work boots sported every month as fashion
(which left honest hard working people
in labor intensive jobs that required such
for safety reasons, either without a store to find their size in,
or later too expensive to purchase)
i was joyfully stunned,
for your old-schoolers placed obstacles in the paths of
MC "ERIC" BREED, R.I.P and KID ROCK,
and they just leapt all of them with a single bound
and shut all the fart and shit that was coming from
your false gods' mouths,
like when y'all discovered
Uncle Mixy's Posse did not find their broadway
real estate worthy of acquiring
i witnessed you and your "old-schoolers"
begging via com, telegram and tell-ur-mans
please take out the box
so that your,
(and never has any wordslinger,
especially, this one actually named
wordslingAH™, Da Kid! used a term so loosely)
c o m p o s i t i o n s
cut from
the english dictionary, thesaurus and rhyming dictionary
then pasted over
beats (still not paid for)
could flock like seagulls on MaTV
so i am resigning
because Ma Deservedly Respected O.G.,
Uncle Short Dawg,
a musician who in that time of utopia
that you all are withcrafting so hard to return tah,
in the face of your "old-schoolers" ridicule
of his RECORD CORPORATION'S ADDRESS
BEING THE TRUCK OF HIS CAR,
taught me
LIFE I$ TOO $HORT!
so I am resigning from hiphop,
going to the ocean with seven pieces of copper,
walking in until the sea covers ma head,
places those pennies on the ocean's floor
and begging ma ANCESTORS forgiveness
and then asking before i turn to leave without looking back
can me and ma friends now call ourselves
"THE ESSENSE OF LOVE REMAINS"
03.03.09 01:20PM PACIFIC©cindyadriennequashie
i ask because within this multi-layered gem
there are far too many willing to waste
its untold resources and inherited wealth
because they have a record out
that the public refuses to even accept a free copy of
so they sit and talk about how bad hiphop music is now
how those who are successful in the corporate entertainment industry
(which by the way, they too are a part of)
have sold out hiphop
(as a point of reference, i was 11 and Ma President, 17
in 1978 - THE YEAR - something fell out of a pigeon's butt
in a fairly large northern city and landed on the headz
of those who would then declare 'we have invented music'
and all across the globe their fellow lemmings rejoiced
in unison on bended knee, "thank thee, thank thee, thank thee.")
i witnessed those "old-schoolers" you worship
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
go pass 'NO' SNEAKERS, JEANS, T-SHIRTS signs
while their friends, family, neighbors and fans
who had followed them from the basements and parks
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
were "detained" by law enforcement
for 'lack of understanding that they were loitering
for daring to stand in front of the sohostudiolatin54quarters
and ask
"how come they got in? they dressed just like me?
i sat in dismay in Ma Hometown, MIAMI,
as law enforcement in great forces tried
to 'contain' Deadheads at a concert which just happened
to be scheduled after all those "old-schoolers"
you worship had pranced sea to shining sea
ensuring not even Jerry Garcia and crew
could afford insurance rates being charged for performance spaces
my Soul still hurts from the unrelenting rape
of Southern Soul, that your old-schoolers called sampling
and are yet to this day to apologize for the theft
that resulted in their ability to
overdose on
jeeps,
door knocker-earrings,
2" diameter, 50inches long gold rope chains,
goose-down filled leather jackets with fur lined collars,
BODAGAS FULL OF OLD ENGLISH 40OZ MALTA LIQUOR in their kitchens,
new work boots sported every month as fashion
(which left honest hard working people
in labor intensive jobs that required such
for safety reasons, either without a store to find their size in,
or later too expensive to purchase)
i was joyfully stunned,
for your old-schoolers placed obstacles in the paths of
MC "ERIC" BREED, R.I.P and KID ROCK,
and they just leapt all of them with a single bound
and shut all the fart and shit that was coming from
your false gods' mouths,
like when y'all discovered
Uncle Mixy's Posse did not find their broadway
real estate worthy of acquiring
i witnessed you and your "old-schoolers"
begging via com, telegram and tell-ur-mans
please take out the box
so that your,
(and never has any wordslinger,
especially, this one actually named
wordslingAH™, Da Kid! used a term so loosely)
c o m p o s i t i o n s
cut from
the english dictionary, thesaurus and rhyming dictionary
then pasted over
beats (still not paid for)
could flock like seagulls on MaTV
so i am resigning
because Ma Deservedly Respected O.G.,
Uncle Short Dawg,
a musician who in that time of utopia
that you all are withcrafting so hard to return tah,
in the face of your "old-schoolers" ridicule
of his RECORD CORPORATION'S ADDRESS
BEING THE TRUCK OF HIS CAR,
taught me
LIFE I$ TOO $HORT!
so I am resigning from hiphop,
going to the ocean with seven pieces of copper,
walking in until the sea covers ma head,
places those pennies on the ocean's floor
and begging ma ANCESTORS forgiveness
and then asking before i turn to leave without looking back
can me and ma friends now call ourselves
"THE ESSENSE OF LOVE REMAINS"
03.03.09 01:20PM PACIFIC©cindyadriennequashie
the numbers are for you to follow
3. I am becoming whatever this present i am unfolds.
2. I am finding sorrow in victory and joy in defeat.
1. I cry synchronized for love never had and love afraid to embrace.
03.02.2009©cindyadriennequashie
2. I am finding sorrow in victory and joy in defeat.
1. I cry synchronized for love never had and love afraid to embrace.
03.02.2009©cindyadriennequashie
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