it’s time to say something.
there are signs on the new york city subways that read: if you see something, say something. drake’s new timbaland produced release, is called, say something baby. “precious,” a soon to be released movie outing a story of incest and illiteracy (based on “push”) recently blew audiences away at cannes film festival.
whether you the type to pay attention to signs or not. i think it is time to say something. time to tell your story.
seven years ago in october, i shrugged the chains of sex based slavery and said something. i said no. i said stop. i said i can be more free and more safe than this. i said this to my family, who i still love dearly (with the help of healthy boundaries) and sometimes hate. i did not know how to put an end to patterns of family based sexual violence, but i did it anyway. because it was time to say something. you can too.
say something baby.
i respect drake’s flow. video choices not so much. why was “you da best,” such a good, courageous, women loving song and such a same ol’ same ol’ objectifying video? someone needs to do a remix of that missed opportunity. but on the flow tip, drake is a writer’s rapper. with his lyrics and sound, drake is able to pull recognition, alignment, allegiance from our ears which are our eyes when it comes to music.
“say something baby,” is a message women usually don’t get. often we’re told to be quiet, explicitly or implicitly (you know when you get that look? or when you hear that dismissive tone in how they address you?). so i’m digging the message from jump, plus i’m drawn in by the opening strains of timabaland’s juice laden synth and drake’s sexy-smart-boy next door flow. there are only a couple thousand hits on the youtube of this song, but i imagine that won’t last long. especially when they release the full version. till then, ima be playing the two minute version. music is definitely my drug of choice.
here’s to saying something.
peace,
roopstar
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October 27, 2009 at 4:38 pm
Music and survival- courage, a good marking post seven years after.
OK What do I see?
I see my city about to be sold
For her own “protection”
in one week, we will see
exactly how much we cost
to be free.
This is what we call democracy.
On family, violence, and silence
I could take the beatings and
I could take the screamings
It was just the little one inside,
who needed a place to hide
So I made one in my mind
I can walk through the valley
of the Shadow
it’s cool there
No one bothers me
Lucifer, let me show you
how to fall
Problem is-
you had it all
So start with nothing
and give it all away
My worst fear
Not that I would die
But that my mother would
leave
She would say
“I should have had an abortion-”
So my existence
leaves me with a question
Why did she stay?
It’s a story then-
not a love story
but a story about love
and survival
Fall, keep falling
Now-
Get back up
Language fails
And I think I’m dumb
Why did I stay?
No I didn’t
I ran away
Why did I return?
Again a love story-
I have a sister
And we were a double star
And I would see her shine
So simple
We were a family.