Recent tension between hip-hop artists Azealia Banks and Iggy Azalea inspired me to address the issue, and how the undertones resonate loudly in America, with associations to systems of cultural repression such as racism, jim crow, the prison-industrial complex, corporate hoarding and finally US foreign policy; and ultimately how all of these issues are in actuality the products of one giant injustice; institutionalized discrimination.
Liberty and individualism are often associated with the American conservative model of capitalism but in reality this model more closely resembles theocratic-nepotism. True free markets, competition and prosperity are more closely associated with genuine democracy and social redistribution of resources in order to correct historical injustices and imbalances as well as to assure that the basic needs of individuals are met as they seek to establish a method for sustenance by relying on themselves.
The reality is that America’s brand of capitalism, especially as it has unfolded in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, is less capitalism-based and more authoritarian; more Randian, if anything.
The system which disenfranchised African-Americans is responsible for propping up images like Iggy. That system I refer to is a cult-like religion of people who believe in a disney-esque fairy tale-like America where innocence remains and hypocrisy is rampant.
That’s the point. Racism guised. Zionism hidden. Anarcho-capitalism fully realized.
The selling of a false American Dream which is essentially conformity to a culture of bigotry.
The brainwashing of American children into following the Biebers and Iggys so as to suppress independent thinking.
And the questioning of US decency.
American is the crown jewel of self-idolatry and pseudo-freedom. It is the center-piece of vanity and pretentious ownership of earth.
You don’t have to preach to us about the doctrine of competition of free market that isn’t our problem.
We compete all day the problem is your false portrayal of reality and the hoarding of earths resources under the banner of Americanism.
The world is victim so a false sense of entitlement to consumer culture.
This will end.
I am such a social commentator.
Let’s just pretend there was never a Henry Kissinger who tried to remap the Middle East to his liking aka the liking of Israel. Let’s just act like Anwar Sadat never got played by the Israelis and the Americans. Let’s just act like Israel does not coordinate U.S. foreign policy. David Frum, you go on the internet and say stupid things like the world believes there is a Jewish conspiracy behind every major political event. The funny thing is there is no belief in a conspiracy. It is no conspiracy. There is nothing secret about Israel’s grasp over the White House (which has much more to do with religious demographics and economic assets than anything else). There is nothing of a conspiracy here. It is plain and simple — Israel uses its lobbying forces in America to sway the U.S. and whatever other country it can (usually the U.K., France, etc,) to do as it pleases in order to protect not only Israel’s existence, but to harbor what actually its overall objective — to reestablish Eretz Israel. This delusion, which is fueled by a denial of history, is the driving force of Israeli foreign and domestic policy. Never ask, however, why Eretz Israel was lost in the first place, or, what rational basis any nation has to justify the killing of others and global destabilization in the name of messianic aspirations? Sounds like the Fourth Reich to me.
I do what I want with God protecting me.
if you haven’t felt heart break, if you haven’t felt true pain and suffering, you are not a true human.
I pay respects to the world’s insecurities, why do you think most of the world still hasn’t heard of me, let me guess, you don’t want to be stressed, earnestly, I’d rather sit back, toke, and laugh fucking fervently, my vocabulary is pompous, purposely, to be honest, I bought this laptop and headphones to change the world thoroughly, but now I’m grown, twenty four years set in stone, know what that means? I got plenty more years to get stoned, and instead of wasting my time, i’ll be baking my mind, cooking up a nice story that I can say in a rhyme, and just when I go to tell it, a voice in my head appears, tells me I should stop, and give in to my fears, I laugh, take a drag, and bask in the finest, the future is before us — we never look behind us.
All I want is to work,
Until at some point I may find,
The opportunity to succeed,
In doing what I do best.
Creativity, that art which flows,
so naturally to me composed,
of all the emotions I have yet,
None of which I do regret.
Only then may I find,
A peace that is everlasting,
For this is what my God would give,
To me a gift of words and magic.
That I would put my trust in Him,
By letting go of all so dearly,
held to me like pride and anger,
Replaced with love sincerely.
Now my task is to convince,
My closest family of my joy,
Music, art, and all the above,
And nothing else.
Letting go of all I thought,
I needed dearly, like karma,
and all the stories that weren’t clearly,
Except music, and the red head piano room.
There I lay sometimes in joy,
Others in sadness when my ploy,
Falls to bits because my friends,
forget the way the story bends.
And twists and turns like fortune,
Oh this poem never ends,
And all this time my purpose is,
To express my inner sentiments.
Trust in God.