Graffiti!!!!

I have always been a huge fan of graffiti and to those who can bless the sides of buildings and streets with their gifts. Here is some of the graffiti I came across while researching graffiti and it's affects on politics. Enjoy.

Biggups to the artists!! Stay true.

-FAZE

Even Our Perfections Have Flaws

Soo...I was going through my computer and I came across a part of a poem I am thinking about finishing, but may not be that good. You be the judge.

You see,

Satan used to whisper in my ear every now and then

And the problem was that

I listened.

I started believing that my skin was tainted

And I was made for the sole purpose of

standing out from everyone else around me.

He made me believe that

my only friend was the very shadow I was born with…

and even that could stab me in the back.

I was so comfortable with being lied to

that the truth became foreign to me,

so whenever I lied to someone else,

I could honestly say that I had no recollection of the truth

Wattup beautiful people!?

So I hope you guys enjoyed the last poem I posted. It took a lot out of me to write that, but my voice needed to be heard, nah mean?

Anyways, I want to share this song with you guys (hopefully it shows because I am technologically slow). It is called "Gimme Gimme Gunshots" by P.O.S, the Minnesota rapper I told you guys about in an earlier post. It's off his debut album, "Ipecac Neat" and it's really really really good. Not just the song, but the whole album. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f9BGPOSsfk

Stay true.

-FAZE

A Poem...I know, about time!!!

So I've been preaching about how I would post a new poem, but after all the small talk, here it is. I felt te need to write this one after the campus safety on my school's campus thought I was committing a crime. I actually was committing a crime: walking while black. So here's what I have to say about that...

Btw, this is my friend Janay haha

What is a man to do when he feels threatened?

Blame the black guy.

When all else fails,

Blame the black guy.

If they can’t beat you, or join you

Blame the black guy.

Do you know what it feels like to be treated like

the last gram of wood on a totem pole?

Just recently, I came to grips that

I will never be treated the way I treat others

because for the past year and a half

I’ve been leading horses to water

and forcing water down their throats

and now they’re upset because they drank way too much.

Now they’ll never drink again.

Sometimes, I feel like racism is played out

because

for the record

not every black man falls into the misleading hands of democracy

and not every black girl grows up to have 4 kids by the time

she is done with middle school.

Just the other day,

I was walking on campus,

The hood of my Niagara University Diversity Advocates sweatshirt

concealing the sharp lines on my head,

Tribe Called Quest blasting from my headphones to anyone in listening range,

committing the only crime of

walking while black.

Campus Safety came to the rescue

and flashed their lights to rid the campus of evil doers like myself.

No one would want their child to attend a prestigious institution

that allows their black students to freely roam the campus.

I swear I was dead and heading toward the arms of the angels in heaven

when campus safety blinded me with their patrol lights.

One would think they were playing hide and seek with their innate gut feelings and stereotypes,

and here you found me

merely condoning the very activity

that all of mankind embark on.

The only reason I was stopped in the first place was because

long before you even knew of my existence,

I removed the shackles off of my feet

and I broke the chains that constricted my hands.

To campus safety, I was a refugee

and it was their duty to capture me

and throw me back into confinement.

Well, I am sorry to inform you that

for years, people who’s roots trail back to that of Africa

have been breaking free of their chains

and shackles

because no longer will we pose as the guinea pig race for Hollywood to point and stare

and laugh with disrespect.

We decided that it was high time for us to stop throwing our brains in trash cans

And stop garbage from cluttering them.

You can take a thug out the hood,

but you can never take his mind.

We decided that we’re done trying to hide who we are.

We’re gonna let our nappy hair stretch down to the tips of our toes.

Our women will exhibit every stretch mark they ever had to become acquainted with

after giving birth to tomorrow’s generation.

We will continue to blast hip-hop

And r&b

And jazz

And soul

And blues

through the stereo systems of cars passed down from father to child.

We will continue to nurture our children with the food of intelligence

And reassure them that TV may tell them they can’t achieve greatness

but the stars in the sky they want to grab are only steps away.

Our mothers will continue to apply pounds of grease on their daughters’ heads

just so they can have a sense of identity on the first day of school.

We will continue to feed every single one of our children

watermelon and fried chicken until they are sick to their stomachs

and when they’re done with that,

we will tell them that they have the freedom to eat anything their hearts desire.

So, no campus safety,

I’m not a criminal because I wear my hood over my head.

The only reason I wear my hood over my head

is to protect my intelligence from being vulnerable to your stupidity.

How is it possible that you stopped me for walking with my hood on,

when for years, racists roamed the streets

burning crosses

hanging innocent people of color,

all while wearing hoods that concealed their faces.

They never wanted to show the media that they were ashamed

of what the country has become,

and they had no choice but to participate in it too.

So please go back into your office,

And tell your comrades that you have failed to persecute a minority on campus.

Tell them that you encountered a young college student

who hasn’t forgotten his sense of pride

in the color of his skin.

Sorry, I can’t hear you,

my hood is protecting my ears from your hate.