33:36 --- No, No, No, No

Peace.

I wasn't sure where to post this. I'm referencing degrees, but it's an opinion post. Opinions are based in FACTS but they are opinions all the same.

I took a road trip recently. I don't know if y'all are like me with a road trip, I have playlists ready that will make the trip seem shorter and more enjoyable. But every now and then a song will play that I will resonate with me for whatever reason, and then I keep playing it over and over again until I tire of it. For this last trip it was P.E.'s Cant Truss It. 3 days later, I'm still playing it. Getting back to the source which in Supreme Math, Alphabet and 120 the 33:36 degree seemed to jive with the P.E.'s jam.

If you aren't paying attention the song may not seem like the important historical lesson that it is. It could be an alternative version of the English Lesson. The song is a chronicle of how African Original people got to this wilderness. Since this is the internet... I thought I'd post the lyrics....

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack
Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
Little Rock where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's comin' from the left
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
Can't truss it
An I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happ'nin'
Years ago he woulda been
The ships captain
Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me layin' on my back
Rollin' in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
90 Fuckin' days on a slave ship
Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify
Owned
I'm on the microphone
Sayin' 1555
How I'm livin'
We been livin' here
Livin' ain't the word
I been givin'
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fightin' haves
'Cause it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's hard
For the black to love the land
Once again
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it

This song is damn deep! With a crazy assed bass line that straight hypnotizes you. I have always said that the African drum beat has been housed within Hip Hop. That's why it appeals to us so much and him/devil cannot replicate the essence. Oh, they try. They just aren't successful. I think that is something that I always liked about the song. I like the video too, but it's not an exact manifestation of the song. If you know what I mean.

Anywhoo.... 27-36:36 makes reference to that part of our history that occurred in Africa prior to us coming to the country. How we were tricked by they devil and such. And I'm not making excuses for the devil in any form or fashion... but he had help. He always has help. No matter where he goes in the world Original people jump to their aid. I mean are there any Original people who look at these pale faced jokers and be like, “Nah shawty. They gotta die!” Apparently we are too trusting when it comes to the machinations of the devil. But here is my thing..... why did Africans aid the devil and sell their skin folk off?

That is some shit I cannot forgive.

Americans, Black and white, who visit Africa often come back and say. They are glad Black folks got here rather than stay there. I wonder how the ancestors feel about that? You know the ones who were cargo in the hold of a slave ship. The ones who were enslaved, beaten and raped. The ones who had to endure substandard food and accommodations. The ones that were deprived education. The ones who endured Jim Crow. The ones bitten by dogs and hosed down to the ground demanding to be respected. The ones who had their families sold off so that the him/devil could buy a new sofa or chandelier. No. Africans ain't getting a pass.

I know not all Africa is in tatters. (ever consider the parts that are are reeking the karma from the shady treatment of MY people?) I just have no interest in going there... And I have traveled all over the world. Not because there aren't sites I want to see, but because I don't respect the descendants of the people who sold my people into a horror for what? Trinkets? Liquor? Guns? Sheeeeeit!!! Not none of the shit they received was worth MY OWN people. Fuck em. Africans are not MY OWN people anymore. they lost that designation when they trapped and sold my ancestors like livestock. My gold stays in MY OWN pocket.

The Africans who come here.... Can't truss it. I won't support your businesses... If I was single, I wouldn't date you.... I won't interact with you.... BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST YOU. Once a sell out... always a sellout. That kind of thinking travels generations. And truth be told, they don't want to come amongst us either. When they come around us, its because they want something. Not because they are interested in reconciliation. They participate with him/devil I Black American profiling and strive to subjugate us. I ain't the one.

Here is the thing. Africa is a continent not a country. When slaves were brought here, we didn't all come from the same country. And when were were dispersed for the most part, we weren't dispersed in tribal groups. (They did in the Gullah Islands, but that's because they wanted Negroes who already knew how to grow rice.) So when we produced more Black people, it's not like we did so from the same country. Nigerian slaves procreated with Congo Slaves and they in turn procreated with Cameroon slaves and they in turn procreated with Sierra Leone slaves, and so forth. Even if we did the genetic testing, we will get several different country hits. Which one to choose? You can't. So I say fuck it. We have 500 years of history right here in this country. that's longer than this country has been a sentient country. And we have established our own Culture here that is in some ways American, in other ways African but in all ways OUR OWN. I don't need Africa for that. When you see me wearing Ankara... and I do... And only Brown people should wear it... I don't see it as misappropriating a culture. It says I recognize where I come from. But I don't live there anymore.

Our own people never came to get us, not because they didn't know where we were. They sold us here. They didn't come because they don't give refunds.


Peace