As I re-emerged from the deepest part of sleep, I felt almost as being resurrected from the dead. I was very happy and thankful to be alive. It was a true out-of- body experience. But now I am very tired and very pissed. From my remote position, it was revealed to me how you my brother from another mother, are now in deep do do. You reek from the stench of which you have volunteered to wallow in. But you try to fool yourself and others with some insane justification predicated on how you grew up without love in the streets and ghettos of a cruel world, and how that is reason enough to have a backstage pass which allows you to demean or demoralize anyone. Damned be the greater good. You are only interested in what you fantasize should be the level of your own respect, admiration, and wealth.
Wrapped in the blanket of ignorance, and tightly bound with the cord of stupidity, you foolishly believe that the crass language used to illuminate your attitude toward women, and your personal sexual manifesto, should be a readily accepted and much welcomed musical proclamation. Many are the stomachs that churn in agony from the garbage injested through their disgusted ears. But with a defiant smurk and careless quip, you offer a great remedy by saying “If you don’t like it,don’t listen”! So goes, free speech and freedom of expression ! After all, some of your peers, role models, and heros are giving it their blessings, by supporting the very columns of degradation which provides cover and shade for those so disposed to create and magnify negative images of what should otherwise be a proud and respectable culture.
So you rationalize, how at the very least, it would be a good way for you to make enough money to buy several pairs of different colored tennis shoes. A gold plated chain and cross to hang around your neck. Some trousers which are four times too large. An almost new car with chariot sized wheels on it. Perhaps a few magnums of expensive champange to swill from the bottle, while popping pills, smoking weed, crack, and black cigars. LET’S PARTY ! FREAKS EVERYWHERE ! MARY JANE IN THE AIR ! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE !
Well for sure, we know that there are some rather dim sighted, impressionable girls, and young women that do not know the difference between being cool, fly, and hip, or suffering from acute low self esteem. There are some who with only the slightest coercion or suggestion, that will follow the flash of perceived acceptance, and offer themselves as sacrifices to be the fulcrum of bump and grind debasement. But of course, you do as much as you can to contribute to her downward spiral. Why would you want to speak with her on matters of maintaining her integrity and upright character, when she is not your very own blood sister? So then, your libido for lasciviousness becomes the claptrap of the most verbose rhetoric you can conjure for the purpose of making yourself what you think to be a way-cool player, a true thug, a real gangsta. Man o man, you have really got your swag on ! Even so, just because a sister is at a party or club having fun and happens to shake her tail feathers, does not mean that she wants to go any further than that. Having fun does not equate to being a bitch,slut,or whore.
Certainly, I do think that every man should have the right to choose and travel down his own road to perdition or paradise. But make no mistake about it, and know without doubt that I do vehemmently oppose the license granted which allows an individual to perform and broadcast by any means, in a manner which blankets and suggests to the general public that all my sisters are bitches, sluts, wayward wenches, or wanton whores. Think about what an outrage it was to you, when Don Imus made deplorable remarks about the Rutgers Univ. womens basketball team. Something tells me that smoke came from your nostrils in anger.
I am not so foolish to think and believe that there are no sisters in the whole wide world which certain terms, could perhaps be used to illustrate their personal faults or shortcomings. But discretion in such matters is far more likely to provide better harmony, than would be the use of a bullhorn which is being blown by a viper. However thug guy, even if the intent was not meant as a blanket, the results has created a sheet which was woven with the thread of your own silly string and has now been spread over the mattrest of all terra firma. Damage control and recovery must now be instituted as daily standing orders. In my opinon, those of you who spew such dysgenic poetry have no pride or respect for yourselves, your brothers, and certainly not for your sisters. I personally feel that you should be monitored and censured for every flub of the tongue, just as Imus and others have been. It does seem to me that within our ranks the Kiss and Thirty pieces of Silver is replaying it’s self again and again on many and various platforms.
But think you not, that I want to give the impression that I am squeaky clean. Truth is, I have been so deep in depravity that I was affected with the “Raptures Of The Deep, and when I re-surfaced suffered with a near fatal case of The Bends. As the saying goes,”I’ve been there and done that”, it’s just that I did not choose to buy the T-shirt.
Nevertheless as forementioned, I am tired of the bull, and am totally pissed at those of you who continue to use my sisters as the cisterns of your most vile spit. You shall no longer with impunity be allowed to rap in un-mitigated vulgarity directed towards them. I strongly suggest that you find yourself another game. Or better yet, seek for yourselves a vehicle that will transport you to worthwhile and appreciable goals. Should you not have been counseled in the ways of manhood, come to know with much haste the meaning of respect, and how it should be applied in your daily life, beginning with yourself. Know that with age comes wisdom. Pray that you live long enough to receive it and prosper therefrom.
Now let your mind expand beyond it’s self imposed restricted areas, and allow it to penertrate the barrier of time. There you will see the many ghosts of Christmas Past. I suggest that you acknowledge them with disdain, and no longer use them as a crutch or a scapegoat for your rankled behavior.
Now look deeper still into the abyss. Let your eyes see the events unfolded pass the Catacombs Of Infinity. See how I was called to stand in The Great Hall Of The High Priests. On that day I was given a parchment to study, which would take many decades to read. In it’s contents, were answers to many of the mysteries and questions of the cosmos. See how a golden pair of talaria were laced on my feet. A lyre was placed in my left hand. A quill was set behind my right ear. A double edged sword, shaped like a lightning bolt was strapped to my waist. See the fractured laurel being placed upon my head. Look you there, and see the bittersweet pill I was given to swallow without any liquid. See the pagentry of it all. See how I took an oath, knelled before the assembly, had a key to the universe hung around my neck, and was ordained, THUR-MAN. Corpus Totus. Vice- Lord Protector. Keeper Of The Sisters.
But even if it was just a dream,now you are better able to see and understand my attitude and position. How I finally reached a point in the parchment which explained and outlined my duties. Now that I have done so, I say again, you are in deep do do my brother. Be advised that the manure you create to fling at my sisters, is the very same that you will have to eat if it does harm, damage, or causes undeserved stress to even the least of them, for they are the egg and blood of us all.
Return you now from the abyss, and do the right thing. For they now have the power and authority to strip you naked, and drive you from the family riding on a rail. Certainly, I do not mean Amtrak. Think not on this as being boastful or an idle threat. Let your thoughts be on your own salvation and on your placement on The Tree Of Life. You yet have a choice to make, so choose wisely.
The pylons and obelisks of the future have already been erected but not yet etched .Your fate and destiny shall be determined by a higher power, based upon the service that you give. Even so,the word of fear,flies from me like a bat from a burning bush, for I am on a providential mission that is closing out the profane lyrical era of which you are a part of. Now my sisters are waiting for your response and apology. It would not be wise to cause them shame. It would not be wise to take them for fools. Certainly, it would not be wise to piss them off even half as much as I am now. Be it understood, that I am only required to give you but one warning. Now know and take heed that————
I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL LOVE HER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL SUPPORT HER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL EDUCATE HER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL ENCOURAGE HER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL PROTECT HER . I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I WILL NEVER VITIATE HER, DEMORALIZE HER, ABUSE HER, OR DISRESPECT HER. SHE IS MY GODDESS, SHE IS MY ANGEL, SHE IS MY QUEEN. LET NO MAN SPITEFULLY TREAD UPON HER MORE HEAVY THAN GOSSAMER. SHE IS MY MOTHER. SHE IS MY DAUGHTER. SHE IS MY SISTER. SHE IS MY WIFE, SHE IS MY LOVER. SHE IS MY FRIEND. SHE IS MY MOON, MY SUN, MY STARS. SHE IS MY COUNSELOR. SHE IS MY MINISTER. SHE IS MY PHYSICIAN. SHE IS MY SOFT WARM BLANKET. SHE IS THE ROBE UPON MY BACK. SHE ARE THE SANDALS UPON MY FEET. SHE IS THE FOOD IN MY PANTRY. SHE IS THE WATER IN MY WELL. SHE IS MY MOST PERCIOUS JEWEL. SHE IS THE VERY AIR THAT I BREATHE. SHE IS THE BLOOD OF MY BLOOD. LET NOW THE RAPPERS OF INIQUITY PUT A NEW SONG IN THEIR MOUTHS. LET THEM NOW SING PRAISES OF HER GRACIOUSNESS, HER LOVE, HER BEAUTY, AND HER MAJESTY; WHICH WILL REVERBERATE FROM THE APOGEE. LET THEM NOW REDEEM THEMSELVES AND ASK TO BE FORGIVEN ACCORDING TO THEIR OWN DNA, OR LET THEIR TONGUES BECOME AS LEAD, AND THE COINS IN THEIR POCKETS TURN TO DUST. LET THEM NOW HONOR HER AND THEIR DAYS SHALL BE BLESSED. BUT SHOULD THEY HURT OR DO WRONG TO HER, LET THEM LIVE AS MANGY TOOTHLESS DOGS WITHOUT SHELTER, AND BE SHUNNED BY ALL OF THEIR KINSMEN. HEAR ME OH MY BROTHERS, LEAST YOU MISUNDERSTAND THAT EVEN SUCH AN AFFLICTION WOULD BE MORE MERCIFUL THAN MY NEVER ENDING WRATH, SHOULD YOU BE SO UNWISE TO PUBLICLY RIDUCLE OR CAST ASPERSIONS AT HER WITHOUT DUE CAUSE. I WILL DETERMINE THE VALIDITY OF THE CAUSE. NOW SHE IS WAITING FOR YOUR RESPONSE AND APOLOGY. IT WOULD NOT BE WISE TO DISREGARD HER PRESENCE OR BELITTLE THE VALUE OF HER TREASURES. REGARDLESS OF HER ORGIN, RACE, CREED, OR COLOR, SHE IS WOMAN, AND I AM THUR-MAN.
I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. I AM MY SISTERS’ KEEPER. AND FOREVERMORE SO SHALL I BE.