White Man’z World – Tupac Shakur

Song by Tupac Shakur 1996

“You go bustin’ your fist against a stone wall,
you’re not usin’ your brain. That’s what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes you ashamed of bein black?”
(Nothin’ but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein’ a woman, a black woman at that? (no doubt)
Shit – in this white man’s world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don’t be knowin the pain we be causin’ (in this white man’s world)
In this white man’s world, I ain’t sayin’ I’m innocent in all this
I’m just sayin (in this white man’s world)
This song is for y’all


For all those times that I messed up or we messed up

Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Cryin’ lookin’ at my niece’s and my newphew’s picture
They say don’t let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious
Swearin’ one day you might leave me, for somebody that’s richer
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin’ love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
If brothers don’t receive they mail best believe we riot
Eatin’ Jack-Mack ? starin’ at walls of silence
Inside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation reparations are due, it’s true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born black in this white man’s worldand all I heard was Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)

Bein’ born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homie’s head, died in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleedin’ for his family to see

I pass his casket gently askin, is there heaven for G’s?
My homeboy’s doin life, his baby momma be stressin’
Sheddin’ tears when her son, finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Why they keep on callin’ me nigga?
Get my weight up with my hate and pay ’em back when I’m bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin’ my block
Hearin brothers screamin’ all night, wishin’ they’d stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don’t love ourselves
Don’t look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves


Know what it MEANS to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin’, in this white man’s world

Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)We must fight, for brother Mumia
We must fight, for brother Mutulu
And we must fight, for brother ?
We must fight, for brother Geronimo Pratt
We must fight, for ?, Zulu, ?
We must fight, for the government’s political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
Not gon’ cry, why should I care
Like we holdin’ on to lost love that’s no longer there
Can you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy
Makin’ all my enemies bleed while my G’s wealthy
Hopin’ they bury me with ammunition’s, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain’t no G’s hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I’ll change if you help me, but don’t fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil’ Yummy, and Kato
Too much for this cold world to take – ended up bein fatal
Every women in America, especially black
Bear with me, can’t you see, that we under attack

I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better times, in this white man’s world

Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)”You’re out of touch with reality!
There are a few of you in a few smoke filled rooms ? that
The mainstream wound up masses of the people
White and black, red yellow, and, and brown
? invulnerable are suffering, in this nation.”Remember that, in this white man’s world, they can’t stop us
We’ve been here all this time they ain’t took us out
They can never take us out
No matter what they say, about us bein extinct
About us being endangered species, we ain’t never gon’ leave this
We ain’t never gon’ walk off this planet, unless y’all choose to
Use your brain, use your brain

It ain’t them that’s killin’ us it’s US that’s killin’ us
It ain’t them that’s knockin’ us off, it’s US that’s knockin’ us off
I’m tellin’ you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man’s world,
? born black, in this white man’s world, no doubt
And it’s dedicated to my motherfuckin teachers
Mutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal
Sekou Odinga, all the real O.G.’s, we out

The seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking
Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation.

That Kind of Thought Process

Imagine being hated because your skin colour is beautiful.

The malleable minds of the ignorant launder their uneducated thought processes into the world and believe their demented tales.

They lie, each day.

The energy you place into hatred is sad. I once read an article about the number of hours we spend at work throughout our entire life. They spend more time hating black people.

Your legacy will be as follows:

Born innocent and full of joy and curiosity.

Sadly, taught hatred and spent [insert number of years] antagonising and murdering black people.

The build-up of nonsensical resentment meant that the entire world missed out on progressing.

Unfortunately, in death, they won’t find peace.

We all have a purpose here in our universe and I can tell you with absolute certainty, that our purpose in life is to grow together!

What you do to others will come back to a connection in your life ten-fold. You could spend a lifetime taunting non-whites and lose your wife to cancer. The pain you feel then is nothing compared to the families of all those innocent lives you ruined and ended.

I hope you change your ways and help to heal the world.  

The Blame Game

At first, they blamed a group of people, because a video went viral and showed someone eating a bat.

Then they blamed a lab for allowing it to break free.

Then a small city was blamed and all the residents were labelled as people saw fit.

Later an entire country was blamed for it causing this.

They once ridiculed the health services and mocked cleaners, spat on bin men and stole from the doorsteps delivery drivers frequented.

Now they cheer them – they clap for our carers because they tell themselves that if I clap on a Thursday at 2000 GMT if I ever get COVID19 the NHS will save me.

Some blame the NHS for treating the sick, commenting, ‘You’re spreading COVID19, as you’re in contact with people who have it.’

Then they blame the government for suggesting we stay inside, stay safe and protect others, to keep everyone alive.

‘The Government have made the virus up!’  I heard a man state as I visited Tesco’s, ‘they wanna keep us quiet so that they can build more 5G towers! Fuck Trump!’

Then 5G towers were burnt to the core, apparently, they spread COVID19.

The blame was placed onto Corona beer, how unfortunate and unjust.

The blame shifted to the elderly, their immunity the lowest.

The blame was placed onto vegans and then taken away. The sales of oat milk shot up tenfold, what more could anyone say?

The blame was actioned on black people who resided in the country COVID19 was born. Videos circulated showing them being banned from the stores and locked out from their temporary homes.

The blame was sprinkled across wet markets over there and there and there. However, they continued the operate even though COVID19 had taken away many lives.

The blame sauntered to news reporters, medical staff, public transportation and lack of sanitation. #WashYourHands the main form of mass communication.

We are a world that enjoys pointing fingers, like the only kid that never stole a cookie from the jar. COVID19 is still present, yet we #Blame others and focus on who to troll next?

SOME PEOPLE SHOW NO SYMPTOMS OF HAVING CORONAVIRUS

We all lose out in the end, COVID19 does not discriminate.

The blame masturbated over social media and climaxed in the eyes of many…

The Complexities of Time

Time encouraged me to trust you.

Time pushed me to share.

Time gave me confidence.

Time accepted all I had to bare.

Complexed was your mind, intertwined with mine.

Complexed was my thought processes 90% of the time.

Complexed became your signature when what you said was opposite to your actions.

Complexities came about like bad acne, not enough treatment to gain traction.

Time taught me that you’re fraudulent.

Time set me on fire.

Time burnt away my emotions.

Time left you as a liar.

Corona

You’ve stopped drinking Corona beer through fear of catching COVID19, in other words, your ignorant mind has convinced you that COVID19 has been lingering for years upon years around the world, in bottles! That many people have been buying and consuming long before the COVID19 pandemic.

During my daily walk, I see you, I see many of you walking around like no virus exists. I see you standing right next to strangers or walking by them so closely, that you’re inches apart! Only a few inches.

COVID19 is still taking lives away from our Earth.

You’re out wandering around the streets, it’s more than essential travel! How do I know? Because I see you, I’ve seen you like zombies!

COVID19 is still present and raging through our earth.

Yet, you walk aimlessly around in close contact with everyone, not a care in the world.

They may not have used the Nightingale hospital straight away, but it does not take an expert to see that they will be busy in a matter of weeks.

Social distancing markers on the floor but only a small percentage adhere to the rules. I went out this morning to purchase essentials:

  • Sanitary Towels
  • Handwash
  • Drain Cleaner
  • Tissues
  • Hayfever Eyedrops
  • Hayfever tablets

I arrived at the shop at 9 am, opening time. While adhering to social-distancing rules, 3 people came along and casually started browsing in the same box I was standing within – I had been in the shop for about 20 seconds.

I want this to be over as much as everyone else, but not at the cost of even more people dying – additional deaths because ignorant, selfish, detrimental people think that ‘easing lockdown’ is equal to the end of COVID19.

     Coronavirus is roaming around our earth, invading people, choking them by filling their lungs with mucus and unfortunately, ending some lives. All because some of you are ignoring the rules and doing whatever you feel like – the sun is shining, let’s go outside and mingle. Let’s socialise and fuck the 2-metre social-distancing rules, I can stand/walk where the fuck I like.

‘It’s summertime bitches!’

Let’s play Russian Roulette with everyone’s lives!

Don’t worry about dying, we clap for the NHS every Thursday at 20:00.

Fight Club

So I understand from the female voice that you flirted with a girl from Sainsbury’s and it must have  been some charming words used, as your girlfriend goes on to state, ‘you don’t tell me I’m beautiful.’

Right there, was a sign of her insecurities but you never provided her with any comfort. You replied, ‘you fucking stupid bitch! I’ll fucking go to my mums, you fucking whore! You’re the one sleeping with all the men you see, fucking tramp.’

I heard you slam the same door repeatedly, then you growled. I assume she remained in one spot, as her sound never seemed to move. However, yours went through your living space. She screamed, ‘I don’t care anymore.’ You responded by shouting over her, ‘the thing is yeah, you’re a fucking stupid bitch and I can do better than you. I only told the girl she looked good; everyone needs compliments during lockdown. I don’t need a dumb bitch like you in my life. Shut the fuck up!’

Her cries continue and after a few more fights with multiple inanimate objects, you slam the front door. I heard the lock turn…

A few moments pass and her crying turns into sobbing on the phone to her friend. I form the assumption that this particular friend has heard it all before, as your girlfriend shouts, ‘What would you know? You’re not understanding what I’m saying, this is a different situation, it happened today!’

It’s around 0100 I know you’ve returned as she’s moaning, no, not the crying she was doing earlier. She’s moaning in sexual delight, you’re silent! Apart from the odd pleasurable grumble…

It’s a new day, I think this is the first day you both made it past 12 hrs before fighting, again. A glass is broken, let’s assume it was glass from dinner? I hear you shouting (yet again,) ‘Who the fuck is gonna want a skanky, dirty, fucking hoe like you?’

The day after that, I hear the police arrive, only they knock the wrong door – I hope you heard them state, ‘we are here following a report of domestic violence.’

We Called it Saturday

Above me, high up in the sky, the clouds slide over my life.

I wore blue leggings, navy blue to be specific! I wore a highlighter yellow t-shirt. I desired to be the sunshine, the only other known to humankind.

My mind is full of clouds, this crazy world I reside.

On the windows edge sits a small jar of marbles, the wind blows around it and specks of dust lay on my eyes.

I only wanted to buy some snacks from the store. I felt the gravel doing summersaults on my eyeballs.

After the short walk through the wind tunnel of the street, I wiped muck off my face ten thousand times.

Welcome, Saturday!

Bittersweet Support

I know what my purpose in life is and I’m aware of my journey. I’m not obliged to share that with anyone.

Yes, I use various forms of social media. But when did I agree to be posting on the Gram all day every day? I don’t like the assumptions you’ve made of me.

To repeat, you stated that I should have thousands of followers…why? I post when I feel like posting, my life does not revolve around social-media. Why do you feel that my presence online validates my self-worth? ‘Attention is the greatest evil of all time.’

Before social-media talent was recognised and spoken of, word by glorious word. Since social media, you are known for pouring milk over your ass during a live-stream. You gain loads of followers, you continue to post what they like to see.

You judge me.

You judge ME!

In your mind, my creativity has no meaning.

My education is worthless – I should be earning millions by now.

That’s not the way the world works.

It doesn’t phase you that I’m happy with my progression in life, you don’t even know my struggle, my nightmares, my strife! But you judge me, severely so.

‘How come you don’t have many followers then?’

Its 2020 and despite what you do in life, and no matter the sparkling fact that you’re in your own lane – of you don’t have millions of followers on social media, your purpose in life means NOTHING.

*What a close one stated last weekend.

We Finally Skyped

I’ve never done that before, not properly I’m too shy.

I avoid selfies and video calls and all that jazz.

I’m scared to be judged – about how I look, how I speak how I move.

I can’t quite explain why I trusted you enough to accept your Skype call. However, I’m glad I did.

Thank you!

I believe you’ve added something special to my communication realm.

Due Date

You should’ve been ready before the end of February, but I could not figure you out.

3000 words was all I needed to create you and express you out, in the form of ink and paper.

Fury, you’re driving me crazy.

Short stories take forever…

Pointless Possibilities

I thought about our conversation and felt compelled to share my emotions with you.

I like you.

Well, I think I do?

My hair is a mess and my face is full of spots, but you said you didn’t care, ‘Unique, you’re beautiful.’

I have walls up and I feel you trying to break them down. I’m not sure how I feel about that, I don’t know if I want love around.