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"DISTRESSED DISTRICT"

Introducing

Rasheed

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You see the problem I have with tourist Is that they are free to leave whenever they want

But Me, I am bound to this city By way of shotgun marriage

It is fused in my blood stream My veins look the same as the redline

Heart beats percussion Nerves pulsate go-go

I impartial to the sounds Footsteps have drummed

Many of solos on the artful grounds of U street

But you see not the sections left out by brochures,

Reroute you and yours to my city, minus THE allure

Come catch the bus with me

Hop on the W4 and out the window

see remnants of Darfur Atom bomb stricken As it glistens with gentrified sulfur

Come see the babies in jezebel attire

The Princesses and Pill Paupers Turn Protocol for Pregnancy Into that of stomach ulcers

See the doctor to get rid of it

See the roses yet to fully bloom In commute to school

Scraping though concrete like quicksand As bookbags are carried like back tumors

For it is rumored that learning is DEADLY

Hear the Medley of damnation Placed in the ears of scholars

as Articulation get mistaken for witchcraft

It seems Learning, is borderline sorcery So bare witness to the crabs in Nike Boots

Torturing the ankles of tomorrow leaders

Come watch the elders drunken with amnesia Forgetting why they struggled

Watch the village that used to check others kids be muzzled by fear

And then watch them turn around and give diagnosis with out prescription

Fingers pointed in the direction of afflictions, far more than the remedies

We are policed by robots, Their native tongue is machine gun

Shoot young, speak no type of compassion but are affluent in the language of Artillery

Until the point where Mourners become funeral connoisseurs

Pros at sitting in the second row As the glow of death shines truer

Through the stained glass windows

There were blacks in that “White”house before the Obamas

Come Tour the crack house, Where Pipes are passed like bills and legislation

Witness a fiends devastation As syringes fondle veins

Watch crack cocaine commit molestation and make it look like recreational use

Saved by NOTHING but Gods grace The Youth drowning in sexual transgression

If the Dow Jones rose as high as the HIV rate We’d be out of recession

Can you see the Potomac Gardeners as well as the Barry Farmers

Grow fruitless harvest Remaining project products No Crops just poison

“Weed killers” infectious in every way

And everyday I inhale the toxins

The Doctrine of the ghetto Tattooed on my eyelids In awe with my mouth wide

Neutral in midst of a civil war being fought between Uptown and the Southside

Fighting for a freedom they have no patent to

Too far gone to wake up and smell the apartheid Irrational in every sense of the word

And oh how it hurts to see one eye be blinded by the other

And oh how I sometimes long to smell sweet musk of concrete burning rubber

As the tire tracks of a Greyhound Bus write my Dear John Letter

onto the pavement of which I was raised

Combing through the road Parting ways forever Straightening kinks in my head

Formed from many days of no relaxer in this city of disaster

This asphalt purgatory With Carryout cornerstones

And Gentrified facelifts Hiding its ugliness behind its fakeness

But I love it like a childhood best friend, whose immature antics I’ve outgrown

But can’t seem to disown because we’ve known each other since we were little kids

And who needs peace when we’ve got years

There has been not a fear that I have yet to overcome here

DC in all of your ugliness,

I still will always love you…

CORRECTION:

I don't NEED a man...

I want one.

There's a big difference!

"Diamonds In The Raw" is a new book about the development of the DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia) music movement from the past to the present. I'm not sure if its worth purchasing but I really need to get my hands on a copy. Sounds interesting.

The book also features interviews and commentary from:

DC Scorpio, Stinky Dink, Nonchalant, DJ Red Alert (from NYC), Section 8 Mob, Poem-Cees, Skinny Corleone, Tony Blunt, The Oy Boyz, DJ Kool, Judah, 20 Bello, Carty Yeah, Go-Go Michelle, Tabi Bonney, Chucky Thompson, Kokayi, Toni Blackman, Head-Roc, Storm the Unpredictable, Whitefolkz, Dre "All Day In The Paint", Brother Maniac, Kingpen Slim, DJ Jaymo,

DJ Heat, Black Indian, Likeblood, Lyriciss, Hitmaka, Whop (Wisdom Speaks), X.O., Pro Verb, Young Sleep, Raheem DeVaughn, and many more.

Now available now at:

The Howard University Bookstore (2225 Georgia Avenue)
The Literary Joint Bookstore (Forestville Mall)
Borders at Capital Center Blvd (Largo)

DOT.

CHANGES

I want to stop drinking hard liquor.

I want to stop cursing.

I want to start going to bible study, with a friend.

I want to be more honest, no holding back.

I want to be okay with being alone.

I want to recycle.

I want to think before I act, more often.

I want to do volunteer work.

I want to be grateful.

"These are my goals. I'm taking baby steps to becoming a better person and fitting more comfortably in my shoes..."

COME HOME!

WE MISS YOU AYA

Please come home for New Years

*crosses fingers & awaits response*

FAN MAIL: PRO'VERB

People are brought into our lives for different reasons. He, is a sign of inspiration. I'm not saying this because I like him, I'm saying it because its the truth. Its not about what he did [or didn't do] to me physically, its about what he taught me mentally. Now, I may not understand all of the information I find but believe me, there is more to the picture than what the eye catches. The littlest things we see in everyday life have the biggest meanings behind them and that's why research is necessary. His artistry, his music, its more than lyrics, far beyond metaphors and similes. It serves the purpose not to brainwash but to entertain and cultivate minds with truth. He makes music with substance and puts a lot of commitment into it. Don't forget me when you blow up Pro! Your time is closer than you think. He's the guy who smiles from ear to ear, he is, the infamous, Pro'Verb.

SOOO.. CRICKETS

You ever wanna talk to someone really bad even thought you don't have anything of substance to converse about? So you come up with a random question like "would you rather eat worms or snails? You have to choose one".

LOL

I do this from time to time...

DON'T GET IT TWISTED =D

"I don't say things to be nice or to kiss ass, I say it because I mean it... "

HEAVY ON THE IPOD!

"they got the game twisted heavy traffic in this rap shit look how my lane shifted elevated my game lifted my name now these lame niggas could never get it like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it"

-JCole

FAN MAIL: SANDRA G.

I don't think anyone knows the true definition of a best friend until they meet someone whom they can feel free around. No cover ups, no readjusting, just you. My best friend is Sandra G. I met her in high school but first hung out with her on her 19th birthday, April 20, 2008. It was a random invite but I was more than grateful to accept. She unknowingly picked me up off the ground when I was at a low point in my life. She was the light down the new path that God had created for me. We've never fought nor have we even argued with one another, that says a lot about our alliance. She is the person who can be sincerely happy for my situation even when she's not happy with her own. The godmother of my unborn child, my sister, my Rich Girl, Sandra G.

FAN MAIL: MOMMY!

She is my air, my heart, my number one reason for wanting to be here today. She's my mother, the woman I love like no other. She has created so much out of the little she had in the past. She proved to me that where there's a will, there's a way. Her way. When I'd focus on the wrong things as a kid, she reminded me that there's more to life than increasing its speed. Slow down and live age appropriate. As her 16 inch locks sway to the beat of her footsteps, her curvy silhouette and youthful, make up free skin defines that beauty is skin deep. I thank the lord for her, not only because she birthed me, but because she raised me to be the young lady that I am, independently. We bump heads from time to time but always seem to hug tighter in end. She is a mother of two, a lover, and a friend.

"She defines everything a mother should be..."