Don’t Forget bout The Hood – Jasiri X

Jasiri X

Directed by Emmai Alaquiva, “Don’t Forget About The Hood” illustrates how the issues of the poor and urban communities have been all but forgotten in this current election season, and wonders what happened to all of the energy and organizing that took place in the wake of the tragic murder of Trayvon Martin.
“Don’t Forget About the Hood” was produced in collaboration with http://hoodievote.org with Da Ricanstrukta providing the powerful soundtrack
LYRICS
See cause we broke they forget about the hood
So when you vote don’t forget about the hood
I ain’t telling folks don’t get up out the hood
just when you living good don’t forget about the hood
Let’s say we did it for the hood
Put on your fitted and you hood
I’m talking to the those you know that’s living in the hood
that ain’t getting what they should
we won’t forget the hood
We the lost and forgotten called rotten so we tossed to the bottom
Let em tell it we the source of the problem
They call us gangbangers and illegals
Cane slangers of da evil
Like we the main danger to the people
So our issues don’t get the same anger or treated equal
if you not one of them change raisers they don’t see you
So the hood every week is ignored
Before these politicians speak to the poor they reach for the door
now voter ID is the norm
Police brutality’s not reformed poverty’s even more
Tens of thousands of human beings they still deport
And they made it a felony if you come back and get caught
We need to stop cheering for sides like its a sport
Vote for your self and your own hood time is short
Cause doing nothing ain’t a option
Do something get it poppin
Real action over talking
The whole world is watching
So when you vote don’t forget about the hood
Get out and vote but don’t forget about the hood
I ain’t telling folks don’t get up out the hood
just when you living good don’t forget about the hood
Let’s say we did it for the hood
Put on your fitted and you hood
I’m talking to the those you know that’s living in the hood
that ain’t getting what they should
we won’t forget the hood
Do we remember Trayvon or is the pain gone
Do we remain strong or did we move way on
Remember when we all had pictures in our hoods
Did we forget about the hood
Zimmerman’s still free I don’t know about you but it kills me
This murderer could be found not guilty
Remember how we organized fortified for the ride
Polarized but mobilized I thought it was so divine
What happened to that energy we need it now more than ever
Many people kept working I will not ignore their effort
Give voice to the voiceless that’s why I record this message If you really for the hood for who or for what you reppin
That the million dollar question
Millionaires is who we follow but they hollow in they lessons
What’s the point of a weapon pointed in the wrong the direction
If your hood is what you reppin how strong is your connection

The “freedom to obey”

I have decided that this is the greatest rock and roll song. (For now.)
“Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell”
Green Day – 21st Century Breakdown

“Armstrong has described the album as a “snapshot of the era in which we live as we question and try to make sense of the selfish manipulation going on around us, whether it be the government, religion, media or frankly any form of authority””
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what’s left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games to the tower’s fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what’s left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I’ve given my heart and my soul
I’ve broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I’ve been to the edge
And I’ve thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over from the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgment Day
I praise liberty
The “freedom to obey”
Is the song that strangles me
Well don’t cross the line
Oh dream, America, dream
I can’t even sleep
From the light’s early dawn
Oh scream, America, scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons

You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us

m4s0n501

A long war far away (that one with a draft). Nixon campaign theme “Dems take your money and give it to black people.”
Jefferson Airplane – House at Pooneil Corners – Manhattan Rooftop Concert (1968)

You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us…
You try and keep your mind on what’s going down;
Cant help but see the rhinoceros around us….
Then you wonder what you can be, and you do what you can to get far and high…
And you know I’m still gonna need you around…
And you know I’m still gonna need you around….
You say it’s healing, but nobody’s feeling it;
Somebody’s dealing, somebody’s stealing,
And you say you don’t see, and you don’t;
You say you won’t know and you won’t, when it comes…
Everything, someday, will be gone except silence;
The earth will be quiet again…
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men…
There will be no survivors, my friend.
Suddenly everyone will look surprised, stars spinning wheels in the skies,
Sun is scrambled in their eyes,
Circles like a vulture…
Some stood at the window and cried one tear;
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me…
That’s the last time I do think anymore;
Jelly and juice and bubbles, bubbles on the floor…
Castles on cliffs vanished, cliffs like heaps of rubbish
Seen from the stars, hour by hour, as splinters, scraps, and black powder.
From here to heaven is a scar,
Dead center, deep as death;
All the idiots have left… (All the idiots have left…)
Cows are almost cooing, turtle doves are mooing;
Which is why a Pooh is poohing in the sun…
Sun…