Black Entertainment : ART: "Meet The Parents" by Sean Carter (Jay-Z).

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  1. skuderjaymes

    skuderjaymes Contextualizer Synthesizer MEMBER

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    I dig Jay when he's in story telling mode.. it's rare but it's been known to
    happen from time to time. I been playing this track for some years now..




    Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary​
    Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every​
    young black life is this line, "dam - him already?​
    Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already​
    Liquor to the curb for my, nig-gaz up above​
    When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love​
    So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi​
    'Til the next time I see her, on the other side​

    He was just some thug that, caught some slugs​
    And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us​
    He walked like us, talked like us,​
    His back against the wall, nig-ga fought like us -dam​
    Poor Isis, that's his momma name​
    Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?​
    Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him​
    Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband​
    Daddy never fu-cked with him, so the streets raised him​
    Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him​
    dam near impossible, only men can raise men​
    He was his own man, not even him can save him​
    He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist​
    But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate​
    End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm​
    That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world​

    Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away​
    Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day​
    When she got the news her boy body could be viewed​
    down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude​
    Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, sipped in brew​
    Angel dust, dipped in WOO!​
    She slipped into, her own fantasy world​
    Had herself pregnant by a different dude​
    But reality bites and, this is her life​
    He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife​
    It was just this night when, moon was full​
    And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight​
    she soundin like Lisa Lisa - "I wonder if I take you home​
    will you still love me after this night?"​

    Mike was the hard-head from the around the way​
    that she wanted all her life, sh-it she wanted all the hype​
    Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike​
    He was the Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like​
    It was a, dude named Sha who would really treat her right​
    He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life​
    But I-sis, liked this, Broadway life​
    She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites​
    Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight​
    She was so turned on that she had to shower twice​

    How ironic it would, be some fight that​
    turned into a homicide that'll alter their life​
    See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene​
    Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice​
    Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like​
    "If that was my son, he would look much different.​
    See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark​
    so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."​

    Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets​
    spent his whole life with a thirty-eight gun in his reach​
    It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak​
    He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day​
    he approached this thug that, had a mean mug​
    And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"​
    Told him, "get off the strip" but the boy ain't budge​
    Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub​
    He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused​
    There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before​
    It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature​
    And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord​

    You know what they say about he who hesitates in war​
    (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
    He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank​
    The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct​
    Six shots into his kid, out of the gun​
    Nig-gaz be a father, you're killin your son​
    Six shots into his kid, out of the gun​
    Nig-gaz be a father, you killin your sons​
    Meet the parents..​
     
  2. Mikha'el

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    reminds me of brendas got a baby....if Tu-Pac continued the story with brenda keeping the baby this would be the continued story IMO
     
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    Story is my favorite Form of hip hop.. it's the Form that most directly connects
    to our cultural history. Oral story telling goes way way back. Storytelling has
    been a part of our culture since before we stepped foot in America.

    My Grandfather would tell stories riddled with rhymes and alliterations.. and he
    would do it to a rhythm.. And he would never tell the story the same way
    twice.. he would always throw in some improvised reference that connected the
    story to the present moment.

    He would start out talking but usually end up almost singing sometimes shouting
    the phrases in the key of A flat. And while he was doing it, he always seemed
    to find some clever inventive way to rhythmically or lyrically deliver certain parts
    of his story in a way that would make you smile inward. He was a Baptist
    Preacher.
     
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