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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

DOPE: "The Rose that Grew from Concrete" by Tupac Shakur

Today would've been the 39th birthday of Tupac Amaru Shakur. Today is also the 69th birthday of my Father, Earl. I share this tonight to honor them both!!



The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.



Monday, October 19, 2009

Music Therapy with Miss Moon

Starting today... I want every woman who reads this blog to listen to this every morning after waking and every night before bed for a week!









Blackalicious - Ego-trip ft Nikki Giovanni

I was born in the Congo.
I walked to the Fertile Crescent and built the sphinx.
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light.

I am bad.

I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with Allah.
I got hot and sent an ice age to Europe
to cool my thirst.

My oldest daughter is Nefertiti.
The tears from my birth pains
created the Nile.

I am a beautiful woman.
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the Sahara desert.

With a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes,
I crossed it in two hours.

I am a gazelle so swift,
so swift you can't catch me.

For a birthday present when he was three,
I gave my son Hannibal an elephant.
He gave me Rome for mother's day.

My strength flows ever on.
My son Noah built an ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day.

I turned myself into myself and was Jesus.

Men intone my loving name.

All praises all praises,
I am the one who would save.

I sowed diamonds in my back yard.
My bowels deliver uranium.
The filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels.

On a trip north,
I caught a cold and blew
my nose giving oil to the Arab world.

I am so hip even my errors are correct.

I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went.

The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents.

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal.
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission.

I mean...
I can fly
like a bird in the sky...