What's Easy...

-Driving to School
-Calling a friend
-Talking about others
-Drinking some water
-Sharing experiences
-Loving a lover
-Singing your favorite song
-Enjoying the weather
-GIVING!

I've really gotten into K'naan lately and every once in awhile the music of Africa, Jamaica, etc. really hits me in the heart. These places still struggle with hurt, corruption, and poverty. These very things on this list plus many more we take for granted every day. I want to give to those who need it. I need to give to those who need it. Why? Are we not all humans living under the same moon, the same sky, the same sun? Do we not all deserve a chance to live, to be free, to be equal and most of all respected? Some things get personal for me and this is where I'm at, there are certain things that I don't like to see or here about and one of them is how we as a nation seem to neglect the situation in these areas whether it be a country in Africa, a poor providence in Vietnam, I don't care. All politics boils down to be is which selfish person can win the right to make decisions on behalf of a group of people, and whenever someone comes into office that's trying to do something right all of a sudden our same money that we were down with spending on helping the roads out or building that next community pool is now too good to use to give aid to our brothers and sisters in these areas just because they're not fortunate enough to have oil (insert other compensation here) to give us back in return? It is our responsibility as humans to pick eachother up, and I'm gonna start trying to make a real effort to give as much as possible. It makes me sick to know that the United Nations spectated while genocide occured in Rwanda. Yea... maybe they're just a bunch of black people... none the less PEOPLE... someone's son, someone's daughter, someone's mother, someone's father. Let's step it up together shall we?

Keep The Peace

ps. this song fired me up to write this



"I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue
And tell you straight forward, I'm poor
A refugee, been in prison and survived the war
I come from the most dangerous city in this universe
You're likely to get shot at birth!...

So how can rap quench my thirst?
I don't even hear verses no more
I hear jerkin' off, punks with lip glosses and purses
I don't see nobody I can reach anymore
I see nurses, fuck that!,I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive!"