The post before this one was also by Phora. I listened to quite a few songs he has recorded. His music cuts like a knife. Young people live in a world that my generation didn’t experience. Sure, every generation has had different issues to deal with, but we (the baby boomers) weren’t handed a world with little hope, dangerous food to eat where corporations like Monsanto had the right to destroy our food by putting chemicals in our food and tell us we were too stupid and confused to read a label, and corporations like Nestles who says people don’t have a right to water, and during a drought they have the right to steal it and sell it back to us for profit – and get away with it. All of these things create a world where lyrics like this are needed. Wake the fuck up.
We didn’t used to live in a world where we thought we needed a gun to protect ourselves from our neighbors in the grocery Store, until the NRA said we needed to. We also didn’t need to live in poverty unless we chose to live that way. Today, unless you are born into a family with enough wealth to assure you an educated life that didn’t take the rest of your life to pay off, the only hope you had was love, which is followed by extreme hardship to have a life together that you want to keep on living.
Today, if you are black, the chances of being born into a world of possible education and today’s version of middle class – yesterday’s version of poor – living week to week – is slim. Music, sports and prison are the basic options. Since prison takes 1/3 of black men, that statement is very real. What are the other options except being poor.
Phora’s music makes me feel such sadness. There is such pain. It makes me want to put his head on my shoulder and lie to him like mothers do and tell him everything will be okay. He learned money does not buy happiness. He knows there is such a thing called happiness but it has eluded him. No one taught him what it was and how to get it. From his lyrics it seems he thinks that it is something outside himself that will bring him happiness – in this case, the love of a woman. But that love doesn’t last when you think it is two halves that make a whole. If another person completes you, eventually the cookie crumbles from stress.
Probably because of my generation, the baby boomers, my favorite music is from the 70’s and early 80’s. Rap was born when my children entered their teens in the 90’s, along with size 42 pants. It was too violent and crude. There wasn’t much music being played by musicians who spent years honing their craft. It was music meant to shock and offend. Over those years it has gradually changed. When you play this Youtube video take the time to listen to more of his music.
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