Freedumb Song

This afternoon while walking downtown, a brother not much older than myself passed off a shrinkwrapped CD and a performance flyer. Now at first I was hesitant to accept the handoff, as being a hustle city alumni I know better than to believe any rapper is willing to provide product for free. But sure enough, the exchange was made sans commerce and he went about his way. Upon closer inspection, this brotha was representing himself a “rebelutionary” rapper, one of the chosen enlightened few who spat truth to the ignorant masses brainwashed by commercial crappery. I figured I’d bump the CD on my ride home, providing some free promotion for a fellow struggling artist who sought a better day for Black people. Following an uninspired introduction, he proceeded to launch into some of the most shameless, corrosive, and artless misogynistic drivel I’ve ever heard on wax. Several tracks worth, including one detailing how don’t nobody “got more hoes than him”. Swirling with flashbacks of Patricia Hill Collins funk with Kwame Ture, I reconsidered her warning that the revolution of the “Black man” really was intended just for those with dicks. There ain’t nothing revolutionary, progressive, or remotely Afrikan about weed smoking sista bashing under the guise of gun busting militancy. It ain’t work in ’68 and it damn sure ain’t gotten no better in ’08. So shut the fuck up, rabble rouser rapper, and go read a few more books before claiming enlightenment. Cause your current shine can’t lead a scared little boy out of a too-tight cardboard box of misguided masculinity.

Styles P - The Key