*NOTE: I will post the previous 14 blogs at another time. To all new readers, welcome to Who IS Mo.Jey...??? THE BLOG
"Leave your ego at the door..."
I. "The Sky People"
...The 1st shall be last, the last shall be first. My mentality has always believed such.
We sure are sum privileged people. "Sky people", perhaps, for those who dug "Avatar". The combination of fate and having gratitude, all in the same damn hot breath. Life happens faster than a New York minute. Tragedy can visit you - faster than a New York second...
"Tick. Tick. Tick."
Like, January 11th, I was fighting for my family's freedom...for the very roof over our head, due to my own bad decision. And by the grace of God, my "two-minute drill" produced a positive result.
"Men Cry in the Dark"
I cried tears of fatigue & joy in my bathroom that afternoon...alone. In the dark.
January 12th - a 7.0 earthquake struck the most unlikely place on earth, known to me. Haiti.....not bothering anyone - was punched in the heart. And her heart stopped in that moment...
"Are YOU muthafuckas breathing!?"
Surely, no one asks for disaster to strike them. Surely, no one expected the earth beneath them, to shake so violently that the sky literally started falling. And there it was...
...Innocent men, women and...Beautiful children, caught in the crosshairs of mother nature's unpredicted fate. No where to run. No where to hide. I watched the news as the aftermath transpired, with the same feelings in my soul that I felt during 9/11...and Hurricane Katrina. That feeling of helplessness is the worst feeling in the world, when you're so far away that you can't physically assist the affected. On September 9th, 2001, I was in New York City on business. I was expected to be there until September 12th, but business didn't go as planned - so I decided to leave the evening of 9/9. I had this little ritual when I visited NYC. The day before I was due to leave, I would always go have breakfast in Manhattan...and then make my way to the World Trade Center to ride to the top and look out as far as the eyes could see. An early morning ritual, always. So.....it dawned on me as I watched the events of 9/11 play out on the t.v. screen that......if I had kept my original plans, which was to depart on the morning of 9/12, there was a pretty good chance I would have either been inside the WTC or close enough to have been in harms way.
"God ain't done with me yet."
Only God knows why I decided to skip 2.5 free days in a city I absolutly love. But, I left a day & a half before all hell broke loose...and we know the rest of the story. But now we have Haiti. I have a friend named Julie who was actually in Haiti on 1/12/2010. Her original flight was due to depart at 5:30pm...but plans got changed & she ended up leaving around 11:30am. Friends and family wanted her to stay, but...she left on the 11:30 flight. The earthquake happened at 4:53pm, which...if you do the math, you can determine what Julie's fate could have possibly been.
"God moves you where he WANTS you to be!"
The only coincidence is we are still alive Jules! We ARE...STILL. Alive. But there are countless others. Sum, with no name. Sum, who's smiles we will never see......who, due to fate...they will never witness another morning sunrise, of this earth.
"God don't make mistakes, no matter how many tears of grief we shed."
I kinda look at Americans as being the "Sky People" and the Haitians as being "Na'vi". NOW...I'm not so extreme in saying that, to belittle the people of Haiti or to shit on people in my country. But I'm gonna say what I feel here & you (the reader) can discern it as you choose. The only one I know of who has tried to make this a "black and white" issue, is a very ignorant bastard named Rush Limbaugh. And the only RUSH I respect is Russell Simmons. But since Limp-baugh's ass brought it up, lemme look at this close.
*9/11 - brought about a response that was both tragic, due to the loss of emergency responders (firefighters, policemen & women, etc.)...and heroic. The response was swift & and tireless.
*Katrina - brought about a less than flawless response. In fact, the response by the powers that be was downright embarrassing! And the world was watching just like they were on 9/11. Watching long enough to witness the fact that most of the folks stranded in New Orleans were African-Americans (let's NOT forger, that New Orleans was not the only place affected). It IS NOT a black and white issue to me, personally, but...viewing this event, I'm gonna say...
"A spade IS a fucking spade."
There are people of all hues & nationalities who have been affected by the earthquake in Haiti, but the fact is - the majority of the people affected are, in fact, Black. I ain't gonna discredit the efforts of the United States, but I AM gonna say - the relief is moving too damn SLOW! I say this while watching CNN, listening to a man in beg that the U.S. troops get to the Hotel Montana immediately, to rescue people who are trapped. I don't know military or government logistics, but - WHY is this moving so slowly? We are almost 7 days beyond the initual quake, itself. Though I am NOT saying itz impossible - I ask - just how long can a human being survive without food & water, while trapped under cement? The "Sky People" are gonna have to speed this up!
II. "...And Then, Again"
I'm gonna always LOVE my city, Indianapolis. But I.....there's just a real strange vibe to my town. The director of my film, "Pieces of a Dream" once told me his mother - when she visited Nap for the first time - stated:
"There's a very dark cloud hovering over this city."
I don't claim to know what she meant. I don't even claim to BE the most talented nigga IN this city. But what I do know is, I would put my skills on the table against any cat living here & and I wouldn't blink once.
And if somebody takes that as being confrontational or egotistical or (God forbid) arrogance, then itz safe to say that I may be a threat to you. But what I DID try to organize was NOT for my benefit! It was to be a part of the cause that IS the needed relief efferts for the victims of a natural disaster. I ain't climbing on a soapbox, but I'm saying...summa the shit I see seems to be a popularity contest for SOME artists in this city. Very clique'ish. Shit.........I think thas why Saul Williams is my favorite artist, period. Because Saul does Saul, whether YOU dig him or not...and he's STILL effective, with or without you. In essence.....thas what I'm about. I love collaborating with like-minded individuals or spirits, but......I don't dig somebody making it seem I gotta kiss they ass just to be "down" with what they doing. That gits a real quick "Fuh Cough" from me.
"My lips is like a ooo-wop as I start to spray it."
III. "Either Way"
"WOW in Reverse Spells..."
I'm a coma-less prose that knows
Comatose niggas who froze
Never to re-ignite last nights plight
Of chasing pussy wit a sword
Long on fantasy
But shorter than reality tells
When it swells
Bitches bail before the ending
And you was bending it like Beckham
Til she started heckling yo ass
Think fast, think quick
Becuz this is NOT about your dick
Even though you ACT like: a Richard Head
I am a man, a father of 3 stars
Aligned in the crossfire
That says, Daddy spits this shit
From the highest wires
Therefore, my star never falls
Like the sky when you niggas lie
And to those tongue-tied bastards
Claimin' true like beavers at the dam
I double-KNOT you niggas THIS year
Becuz you are NOT my source of fear
I palm mics & finger-fuck beats
Like doggie-style attrition
L-O-L that shit
Itz yo girl's favorite position
I spawn MasterSpeak addiction
At the rate of a sub-par emcee's fate
When he falls off before he ever climbs on
Which makes my poignant dialect
Independently owned
Becuz, in due time
Time is due, said the clock with no hands
My list demands that I stand
And deliver before I'm re-baptised
In a river of shit posing as battleships
I rattle this, while it hums
Over the chaos of kick drums and snares
I am THERE, like a stealth bomber
Undetected, lurking
Shadowboxin' my shadows
To sharpen my bite
And I'll snipe the FIRST muthafucka
Who cuts my line
As I lead ghetto children
To a path of greater greatness
Miles beyond the fakeness
And the faithless
The "I" in eye is ME
And when you finally see me
You will realize that I AM
A man, a father
And your favorite emcee's
FUTURE favorite emcee
Unless he hates what he loves
And it is at THAT moment in time
That you'll find
That I am the word "WOW"
Spelled in reverse.
© 2010 by Monty Jey.
-mo.jeySense1972
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