View Full Version : Message to the Messengers
BrazenMuse
05-01-2008, 06:47 PM
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I miss gil. we need his voice these days...
LadyA. Acacia
05-01-2008, 07:07 PM
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I miss gil. we need his voice these days...
thanks for posting this. i will pass it along to my family.
BrazenMuse
05-01-2008, 07:11 PM
thanks for posting this. i will pass it along to my family.
I wish it had gotten more attention when it came out, but please...please...pass it on!!!
shasha
05-01-2008, 07:19 PM
Wow...Word....Thanks for sharing!
chldfknungrnd764
05-01-2008, 07:19 PM
I wish it had gotten more attention when it came out, but please...please...pass it on!!!
Glad you finally found this.:respent:
BrazenMuse
05-01-2008, 07:20 PM
Glad you finally found this.:respent:
i'm hoping someone posts ghetto code before i have to do it myself...but there's no video for it that I have managed to track down...love that cut!
chldfknungrnd764
05-01-2008, 07:35 PM
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, “Dammit...leave the old folks alone”
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, “That BS has got to stop!”
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, “Johannesburg”
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace
BrazenMuse
05-01-2008, 07:43 PM
lyrics! cool.
but i can't find lyrix to Ghetto Code!!! And I'm lazy. I guess I'll type them one day...but here's another favorite...but i can't figure out how to get rid of the duplicate!!!
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Light Skinted Wif Good Hur
05-01-2008, 07:54 PM
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I miss gil. we need his voice these days...
I have this LP...have been wanting to drop this at a party for some time now along with one other cut on the flip....LP is called "Spirits" I believe
housemasterreggie
05-01-2008, 08:04 PM
That was deep. We need a voice right now we are killing ourselves on bullshit. Right on Gil. Keep the nerve!!!!!
david_mancuso
05-02-2008, 12:53 AM
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BrazenMuse
05-02-2008, 03:53 PM
Jose Campos Torres
I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this.
I had confessed to myself all along, tracer of life, poetry trends
That awareness, consciousness, poems that screamed of pain and the origins of pain and death had blanketed my tablets
And therefore, my friends, brothers, sisters, in-laws, outlaws, and besides
They already knew
But brother Torres, common ancient bloodline brother Torres is dead
I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this
I had said I wasn't going to write no more words down about people kicking us when we're down, about racist dogs that attack us and drive us down, drag us down and beat us down but the dogs are in the street
The dogs are alive and the terror in our hearts has scarcely diminished
It has scarcely brought us the comfort we suspected
The recognition of our terror and the screaming release of that recognition
has not removed the certainty of that knowledge, how could it?
The dogs rabid foaming with the energy of their brutish ignorance
Stride the city streets like robot gunslingers
And spread death as night lamps flash crude reflections from gun buts and police shields
I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this
But the battlefield has oozed away from the stilted debates of semantics
beyond the questionable flexibility of primal screaming
The reality of our city, jungle streets and their gestapos
Has become an attack on home, life, family and philosophy, total
It is beyond the question of the advantages of didactic niggerism
The mother fucking dogs are in the street
In Houston maybe someone said Mexicans were the new niggers
In LA maybe someone said Chicanos were the new niggers
In Frisco maybe someone said Orientals were the new niggers
Maybe in Philadelphia and North Carolina they decided they didn't need no new niggers
I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this
But dogs are in the streets; It's a turn around world where things are all too quickly turned around
It was turned around so that right looked wrong;
It was turned around so that up looked down
It was turned around so that those who marched in the streets with bibles and signs of peace became enemies of the state and risk to national security,
So that those who questioned the operations of those in authority on the principles of justice, liberty, and equality became the vanguard of a communist attack
It became so you couldn't call a spade a mother-fucking spade
Brother Torres is dead, the Wilmington ten are still incarcerated
Ed Davis, Ronald Regan, James Hunt, and Frank Rizzo are still alive
And the dogs are in the mother-fucking street
I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this
I made a mistake
david_mancuso
05-03-2008, 12:55 AM
Pure genius.
BrazenMuse
05-03-2008, 07:05 AM
Pure genius.
I absolutely agree with you in this...
I was always captivated by the line:
"It is beyond the question of the advantages of didactic niggerism"
at first because I was struggling with understanding what "didactic niggerism" could be, but now because I've come to my own understanding of that phrase...
I always wonder what others make of it...
I'm so sorry that his life took this path of addiction and depression, that he ended up with AIDS and that he has slipped so very far down into the pit of addiction that he describes so eloquently in other songs ...
david_mancuso
05-04-2008, 11:02 AM
...if you want to, you can leave a message to Gil Scott-Heron at: : http://gilscottheron.free.fr/or.php
BrazenMuse
05-04-2008, 11:05 AM
...if you want to, you can leave a message to Gil Scott-Heron at: : http://gilscottheron.free.fr/or.php
cool! I left a message. thank you!!!
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