Now being one who was reared primarily in the urban demographic, I understand wholeheartedly the tentative ways of maneuvering in the delicate, egotistically fragile, shifty, often time, hairy terrain of the "ghetto". The situation can go from sugar to shit real quick!! Yes, I can understand the concept of protecting one's family, but this is not the answer. We know all too well how "tryin" someone in hood equates to something so simple as stepping on one's shoe, making eye contact one second too long (the length of time varies from person to person), or daring to move up and out of this demographic. So my friends, tread lightly!!
In this song, she goes on to say that she is a nazi!! When has being a nazi ever been a revered or positive thing? She also states that she has a heart full of demons! And if you try her, she will get your whole family.....in laymen terms...she will kill one's whole family. Grandma, kiddies and the family pet included!!
This wicked energy is being injected into the psyche of our youth. Sure, she isn't to blame for the high numbers of crime in poor communities, but with lyrics like these, things certainly won't be getting peaceful anytime soon, quite the contrary. Numerous studies have been done about the effects of music. It has the ability to increase I.Q, ( Obstetricians recommend pregnant women place classical music next to their stomachs while pregnant to increase baby's I.Q. And studies have shown it effective!!), lift one's mood (Therapist have been known to use music therapy with patients suffering from depression), or it has the ability to start political unrest ( Music played a integral part of Mao's Chinese Revolution).
In other words, the power music has is unlimited!! Our children have to be trained how to think independently to undo the nefarious indoctrination of sociopathic entertainers.
With that being said, what do you think the secondary response will be with someone who has just been induced with such wicked ethos?
What we must understand my dear friends, is that this doesn't just affect poor people of color. We are all in this melting pot named America. The ill acts done in urban areas affects us all. We must stand in unison to counteract this poison that is being sold to our children. Grandma always said "All that glitters ain't gold". This includes cd's and the fallacious claims of being somehow better than mainstream non-artist under the guise of being independent.
I have posted the video as well as the lyrics so you can see Satan for yourself.
Peace always- Shakira
Let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
And I ain't playin wit nobody
Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got the mac or the 40
Turn a bitch to some macaroni
Tell me how you want it I'm on it
I really mean it I'm just not recordin'
Give lil bro the choppa for all you actors
Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta
You are an impostor, ain't got no money
Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly
I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi
Love wearin' all black, you should see my closet
Rock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly
Hop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it
Fuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me
48214 real niggas know me
I been out my mind since they killed my cousin
Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me
All these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me
Fuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin'
IBGM the clique bitch you see us scorin'
V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'
Got a bitch that set it off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah
You rollin' around wit yo nieces bitch T.T
Mind full of money, got a heart full of demons
Mobbin' like Italians, we really take yo fingas
Turn yo face into a pizza, no acne
Have you singin' like Alicia, fuck wit my family
They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin'
Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Lil Dej ain't bout it, bitch how you figure
I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor
So lifted, flyer than yo girl, baby gone and take my picture
See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin'
Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches
I don't wanna do no songs, I don't wanna kick it
And I ain't signin' to no label, bitch I'm independent