On Hip Hop Kemit Mawakana AKA the Seven Foot Poet
| On Hip Hop Kemit Mawakana AKA the Seven Foot Poet |
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| Written by Kemit Mawakana ID4233 |
| Wednesday, 26 March 2008 01:48 |
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Poetry from Kemit Mawakana A.K.A. the Seven Foot Poet This week the 7 foot poet muses on the worth of a life spent spitting on the mic, a life lived for the "culture" of hip-hop, a life spent in pursuit of something that was maybe never there at all 2216 He told me he’s been putting in work for 22-years He said he’s been spittin on the mic for 22-years From cipher to ciper to hole in the wall He’s been droppin’ 16-bars at 16-bars for 16-slobs that said they was A&Rs Said he loved hip-hop bleed and die for hip-hop STOP What he really told me was that he didn’t have a 401k which is ok I guess when he’s young at his age but when he’s 43 – if – he makes 43 he’ll say damn a 401k would sure sound good to me But all he’ll have to listen to is a 99-cent demo he dropped when he was 16 but He told me he’s been putting in work for 22-years He said he’s been spittin on the mic for 22-years From cipher to ciper to hole in the wall He’s been droppin’ 16-bars at 16-bars for 16-slobs that said they was A&Rs Said he loved hip-hop bleed and die for hip-hop STOP What he really told me was that he’s not married and his maturity was retarded because he would bleed and die for hip-hop but not a real black woman Should have been building a relationship family and kids not a bootleg cd collection I’m guessin he’s thinking hip-hop is a culture too True source and vibe write that but they ain’t write and he ain’t read Yurugu but He told me he’s been putting in work for 22-years He said he’s been spittin on the mic for 22-years From cipher to ciper to hole in the wall He’s been droppin’ 16-bars at 16-bars for 16-slobs that said they was A&Rs Said he loved hip-hop bleed and die for hip-hop STOP What he really told me was that he was born in 1980-something which means since birth he’s used to hoping something would trickle down to him Even when no child left behind he was remembered They remember to forget him What’s worse then they remembered him Said he was the one that liked pens and 16-bars So they built pens with 16-bars and since he liked tracks they tracked him in schools they tracked him at the mall they tracked him like the 5-civilized tribes tracked his ancestors but He told me he’s been putting in work for 22-years He said he’s been spittin on the mic for 22-years From cipher to ciper to hole in the wall He’s been droppin’ 16-bars at 16-bars for 16-slobs that said they was A&Rs Said he loved hip-hop bleed and die for hip-hop STOP What he really told me was that for at least 22-years a glock tek 9 38 four-five nor 22 were able to find his vital internal organs even if chronic and malt liquor had he nevertheless was able to avoid bullets like his Dad avoided him then and now child support payments are too high so he get’s high His pants sag low and he knows there’s no Platinum or gold at the end of this rainbow at least not beyond his teeth or Jesus piece When socialization under alien control behavioral result is pathologically normal direct correlation between consciousness history and what you want aspire to and dream He said “I know” but I know he didn’t know -- you know? so not to be too hard on him because I put a big chunk of it on black men age 40 and over He is their seed Indeed he is them tomorrow like they are him yesterday so start today start today start today and STOP. Visit BlackAgendaReport below to hear this poem by Kemit Mawakana A.K.A. the Seven Foot Poet |
