you minky mutha-uckas already know what time it is:
B.H.M. boo-ya!
sha-sha-shabooya;
roll call!:
my name is albie,
i'm woodsly good,
but during february,
i rep the 'hood-
roll call!
it's the most wondeful time of the year.
four fully-formed fresh & flavorful weeks.
my chance to school some cold-weather white folks
on what's poppin' in the rest of the world.
black history is happening right now.
and not just in places where maxed-out rockers and rollers
are holding benefit concerts.
double-dutchin', hair-braidin', hard-workin',
serious soul-clappin' history is happening.
next door to the louderhorn,
across the street from my ma's house,
at church,
on the corner,
everywhere.
and these monocultural crackery miki-fikis are missing out.
that's the biggest problem with the up-here-ness, duders;
if they don't know about it,
they'll never learn about it,
because they don't care about it.
xenophobia in mossy-oak camoflauge and carhartts.
if you ask these weak-sauce waterbabies
if they know about Roots,
well,
they'll tell you ALL about stump removal,
but alex haley and ?uestlove won't ever get mentioned.
of course,
a little info is sometimes worse than no info.
a clean slate leaves infinite possibilities, yeah?
unfortunately,
the young'uns up here have got it all wrong-
it's all just commercial rap and urban fashions-
apeman emulation of the lowest common denominators.
having a favorite basketball player doesn't make you 'hood.
scuff-free sneakers isn't it either.
a grape blunt wrap full of sticky 'dro?
uh-uh.
those are stereotypes.
overgeneralizations.
charicatures.
we've got wonky honky redneck roughnecks playing pretend.
emoting on some scenery-chewing melodrama,
and missing the point.
.....and they don't even LIKE hot sauce!
whaaaaaaaaaat?!
i'm sayin'.
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you ever heard of texas tea?
that's black gold, kids.
the crude, ninjas.
and when i think of primal power,
rough-hewn raw reality,
and basic barbarian building blocks of battle bard brutality,
i think on that crude sh!t.
defined as rough, natural, and unaltered.
uncorrupted, unprocessed, real.
like that black gold, mutha-lickas.
y'ever heard farmers talk about black gold?
they are almost talking about soil.
composted soil, in fact.
deepest, darkest, dirtiest and dearest.
the fertile fermented elemental earth.
black gold-
worth it's weight, an' that.
that's a double dose of dark dopeness, yeah?
when i look at my hands,
and i see my knobbly knuckles,
i read that magic mantra:
STAY GOLD.
that's BLACK GOLD, my ninjas.
really real.
that first-green-type hard-style business.
all february long-
i'm not just staying gold,
i'm stayin black.
crude, yes, but not simple;
earthy, worthy, nourishing, and ready.
history is unfolding all around us.
black history.
Folk history.
our story.
STAY GOLD, my ninjas;
stay BLACK;
never quiet, never soft.....
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