From Outhouse to the Penthouse, Today is the First Day
We have been through several Presidents. When Clinton was in Office Black People made more money during that period than any other time in American History. We have seen two Bushes, Until then I have never ran across a bad bush (he he he). Now we have an African American President taking over the country at the second worse time in the history of the United States.
What have you learned about this country, the economy, the huge amount of racism that is still fueling the American Economic Complex?
What have you learned about investing and what you need to do to not let your investments rot away like your 401k?
When Obama said change, he meant us. We need to change! History repeats itself! What are YOU going to do to become one of the people to change our,,
1. Image in America
2. Financial Status
3. Our History
I guess what I am saying is,,,,,,,,,WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CHANGE AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HELP YOUR PEOPLE CHANGE?????????
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Permalink Reply by Première (PMDJ) on -
Yea, these are serious topics. but I do not expect a lot of comments on things that could better us.
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Permalink Reply by WOMANWITHVISION on -
This is a great topic! Me personally I am an advocate for bringing back the Love and Pride in the black family. I want to see the type of love my dad and mom had. The open displays of affection towards woman and man. I truly thank them for allowing me to see this exchange growing up because it has filled me with the love and understanding I have and inturn have filled my children with and their children will be filled. I greatly encourage all of us to reach out to one another and love like there is no tommorrow! If I had my way all the fathers that have not heard or seen their children in a while would be united in a forum to heal the brokeness that haunts them,all mothers would be united with their children to heal the hurt and the pain. We need this "we are the walking wounded" and we can be healed.......
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Permalink Reply by Paws "The Housecat" (^-_-^)___)) on -
I BEEN TRYIN !!!
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Permalink Reply by Mz G on -
Amen.........and sometimes it is HARD......but who am I not to give the very thing I constantly ask for..........
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Permalink Reply by WOMANWITHVISION on
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That's truly the only way to L-O-V-E because tommorrow is not promised to us, and I never want to have regrets.
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Permalink Reply by Première (PMDJ) on
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Well it's been 5 days since I have started this discussion. The ones that have posted below as well as Ms. Preimie're,Queen Yo, Louise, and
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Permalink Reply by Première (PMDJ) on
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Maybe nobody is listening to me. Maybe it is not important if it does not directly hit home. Maybe we are too busy making our money,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
TO BUSY MAKING MY MONEY
Jagged pieces of glass lay on the ground next to me
As my blood starts to leave
I hear the pitter patter of the rain
Drifting haplessly down a gutter drain
I never dreamed it would be like this
Helpless victim slain
I can see the people passing
None of them can see my pain
My eyes are wide open
And with my blood, my soul starts to drain
I do not have the strength to call for help
And now I don’t even feel the pain
Yet I still feel the hurt
No need to call a doctor or a nurse
I myself, brought upon this curse
I never thought or cared about the growth of our race
A selfish hustler like me never felt it was my place
Make the money
Use the women
Drink my whiskey
Smoke my weed
For nothing else I have a taste
Your pregnant?
So what, you should have swallowed
You knew I was a player
You should have never followed
I look back at my life and it is nothing to be proud of
Living in my momma’s basement pushing a Range Rover
Can’t remember my kids names
And one diaper I did not change
Maybe I could have lived better
Finished high school, went to college
Did something positive
Instead of this hustler knowledge
Nope!
A brother had to be me
A lifestyle that was only about me
That’s why I am laying here with my throat slit
Bleeding like a hog at a slaughter house
When my mom sees me she will cry with her hand over her mouth
As I take on last look at the gangster who robbed me
I widen my eyes in a startling glare
My heart beats faster I can no longer feel the air
I know the man that set me free
As he takes my money and jewels he has no remorse
In my mind I am yelling but my mouth makes no sound
I should have been a better man, lived on solid ground
He does not know me, but I know him
Newspaper reads, FATHER’S SON PUT HIM DOWN
PMDJ -11/22/2009 -
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Permalink Reply by Paws "The Housecat" (^-_-^)___)) on
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The REALITY OF 2009 !
NUFF SAID !!!!!!! -
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Permalink Reply by PIP...THE GOOD GIRL on -
Great poem.....
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