Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – The Firm (Nature) feat Noreaga – “I’m Leaving”

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A Blue Lines era song, referenced briefly in the manuscript.

[Noreaga]
yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why)
cause Nori buck dat
Iraq’ll make you famous
throwing gang signs like it’s sign language
distinguish us from the others
kidnap your baby mothers
bringing drama to the deep covers
salute g, bust you down like a lucie
Jose probably lay with a gold uzi
crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily
n—az acting sissy see
pointing guns and missing me
([Nas:] “Yo son, it’s on son”)
hey yo there’s beef in the hood again
n—az came with hoods again
thinking that it woulda been
saw us, from what we first did
when we did
now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
but it’s beef now, keep it short
real brief now
strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it
they sent the message, or example, whatever
set it up man on man
only to score we apply the plan
quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
we lay you down in the sand
on the lines like the internet
many would come if you would pose off
against my set, there ain’t a n—a yet
smoke so much, n—az say I need nicarette
you say bogie but you used to say cigarette
nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Broken Hearted (en memoriam)”

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“Broken Hearted (en memoriam)”
KS 12.19.12

Hopeless tear-filled eyes,
Horrified,
Tormented,
Helpless and unable,
Innocence lost,

My heart broken,
Lives stolen,
World fallen,
How did we get here…

It was too late,
There was nothing I could do,
Thus I closed my ears,
Words brought tears,
Pictures brought tears,

My heart broken,
Lives stolen,
World fallen,
How did we get here…

We keep repeating we need to…
Fix,
Change,
Act,
But then followed,
By words,
Full of hate,
Defensive,
People kill people,

My heart broken,
Lives stolen,
World fallen,
How did we get here…

To those lost, I shed my tears.

In the memory of: Charlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Rachel Davino, Olivia Engel, Josephine Gay, Ana Marquez-Greene, Dylan Hockley, Dawn Hocksprung, Madeleine Hsu, Catherine Hubbard, Chase Kowalski, Jesse Lewis, James Mattioli, Grace McDonnell, Anne Marie Murphy, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Caroline Previdi, Jessica Rekos, Avielle Richman, Lauren Rousseau , Mary Sherlach, Victoria Soto, Benjamin Wheeler, Allison Wyatt

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – AZ feat Nas – “Mo Money…”

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2005, AZ, Catskills, Cormega, Cry Together, Doe Or Die, DR Period, Foxy Brown, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide), Nas, Nas Escobar, Nasty Nas, Nature, October, Queensbridge, Sosa, The Firm, The O’Jays

Nas:
Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
That was lightin and rain drops
I’m tied up in the basement cocaine spot, like Bangkok
I’m blindfold
Vietnam type mind control this torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually
Says his attribute, what’s satanic, masonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
And winters
Blinded til the flashlight enters

AZ:
Yo dun, before the sun set
Call connect get all the tech’s
I’m vexed, this n—a stall for sex
He lost respect, lets off his neck
My caliber
Got me thinkin on a higher algebra
See me I’m just as foul as ya, but you ain’t got no style in ya
I’m into bigger cheddar
G’s and betta, armarettas
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us

What I Learned Sundays (Mondays) – Peace

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Alone, Blue Lines, California, Key Yemaya Walker, Natomas, Nature, Peace, Sacramento, Solitude

The sun was peaking in the the evergreen and deciduous foliage, and a slight breeze brought a nice morning chill. Having already put work for the day behind, I’m always on the clock, I sat back in the back years, sipping Starbucks coffee, happily alone in solitude. My mind was free and clear, and my soul was touching upon something I had missed since childhood.

I remember the youthful days of East Point, Atlanta, and New Jersey, long before Atlanta became the quickest metropolitan city to the level of it’s pollution, and in those brief moments between playing outside, sitting quietly looking out our windows to the backyard. The sky, such a rich and clean power Blue, and clean. As I sat out, I saw that sky here in Sacramento. Now, by no means does that mean I want to move out to the city, it isn’t conducive to my lifestyle, and my present, and future (writer) profession, this is more so to relay the exquisite feeling of peace, tranquility…almost an escape from reality, both those of my real and work lives. For someone who is unable to be still, it was that opportunity to not move, sit alone, and not think about anything but the beauty that was here before me.

Happily separated from all encompassing sensory filling items like cable, the Internet, my phones…it was just me, a nice breeze, and fleeting drops of straw from the tree, as I was quietly content in my favorite state, California.

I was asked:
“Do you want to keep the car?”
“No.”
Amid a brief break of solace asked, “aren’t you bored?”
“No.”

I had something, that I had not had in quite some time. Nothing money, a person, or any other factor could offer me. After all this time, I met ‘Peace’ again, and if it took a plane flight to the opposite side of the country, if it was simply sitting outside, and if it was some brief detachment, then that is quite fine with me.

What I Learned:
Some fleeting peace.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.