So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record labels to do it
Takin our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
tryin to fuck up divine direction
But, young black men have been trained to chase money
and pussy, so we fall victim to our own erection
And begin to convince ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a fuck how slick you flowin
if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice been destined to touch the world ever since I was born
To be real, fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth
I love this poem and Black Ice is one of my favorite poets. He speaks out in this poem about how black people have been oppressed even through the music industry and how they are driven to "fucked up shit" because of what America tells you you can be.
Ice uses an A,B,C,B,D,B flow. Constantly going back to that one rhyming word in the beginning, direction-erection. Then he quickly changes over into an A,A,A,B,C,D,C flow. The quick changes in his flow is what separates him from other rappers, he is a spoken word artist and he proves that with the way his words are not enslaved by a beat or a certain rhyme scheme.
He is very straight forward with his words and knows exactly what sort of audience he targets. He brings his depictions to eye level and enlightens his listeners to the harsh realities of the black experience through a fast paced, loud pitched voice and flow.
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