For my first post I am go to up describe how a theme song reflects me.
Self-Identity
By Tyray Solomon
The song that I chose to self-reflect on is called “Strange Fruition” By Lupe Fiasco
This song relates to me because I feel like it is wrong on how politicians try to run a country when our country as a whole is divided between the haves and the have not`s because every single thing is about how much money you make and if a person does not make enough money that particular person is not valid in our country, which means less opportunity to have a good education, good job and less chances of staying ahead of the curve. Politicians always preach about equality when half of them do not even know what the fuck it means. Because if they truly knew what it means then everyone at congress would agree to a lot of things that would benefit the middle class by lowering the taxes, providing an affordable education, taxing the wealthiest and ending the tax loop holes on big corporations that put their money overseas to prevent from paying the corporate tax rate. But at the same time they always want the American people to vote these mother fuckers in office and then they don’t do shit, someone once told me that “money talks and bullshit walks”. When someone is campaigning to run for a political and tell people they are going to carry out their goals if elected in office and they do not carry out most of those goals. So I cannot fully pledge my allegiance and bend my ass over if the government is willing to do the same for the middle class people and people who have a hard time getting ahead of the curve. I do not understand the logic when a company would say that it was built on American when a lot of the company’s operations are outsource in a foreign country like India, so they can pay little wages to workers and do not have to pay corporate tax because most of the revenue earnings is in the Cayman Islands and also expects to get a tax refund and would have an office in America and call it an American country.
Lyrics to “Deliver” by Lupe Fiasco
Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun
All in the ears of the ghetto young
Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
I always wondered where the ghetto from
Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung
But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won
That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run
We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb
These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum
And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems
Get ghetto sums
That's why...
[Hook:]
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver, deliver, deliver
Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day
Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway
Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way
Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed
The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate
And a place where ethnicity determines your placement
A place that defines your station
Remind you niggas your place is the basement
White people in the attic
Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts
White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?
Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV
So don't say its politics when you see me
When you gon' apologize for your CD
Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD
[Hook]
Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again
Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic
So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends
You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter
Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin
That's a deep dish
Chicago style get the peace stick
Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
Pay into the plate then I put it in your face
I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with
No Giordano or Di Giorno
Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro
Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle
[Hook]
By Tyray Solomon
The song that I chose to self-reflect on is called “Strange Fruition” By Lupe Fiasco
This song relates to me because I feel like it is wrong on how politicians try to run a country when our country as a whole is divided between the haves and the have not`s because every single thing is about how much money you make and if a person does not make enough money that particular person is not valid in our country, which means less opportunity to have a good education, good job and less chances of staying ahead of the curve. Politicians always preach about equality when half of them do not even know what the fuck it means. Because if they truly knew what it means then everyone at congress would agree to a lot of things that would benefit the middle class by lowering the taxes, providing an affordable education, taxing the wealthiest and ending the tax loop holes on big corporations that put their money overseas to prevent from paying the corporate tax rate. But at the same time they always want the American people to vote these mother fuckers in office and then they don’t do shit, someone once told me that “money talks and bullshit walks”. When someone is campaigning to run for a political and tell people they are going to carry out their goals if elected in office and they do not carry out most of those goals. So I cannot fully pledge my allegiance and bend my ass over if the government is willing to do the same for the middle class people and people who have a hard time getting ahead of the curve. I do not understand the logic when a company would say that it was built on American when a lot of the company’s operations are outsource in a foreign country like India, so they can pay little wages to workers and do not have to pay corporate tax because most of the revenue earnings is in the Cayman Islands and also expects to get a tax refund and would have an office in America and call it an American country.
Lyrics to “Deliver” by Lupe Fiasco
Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun
All in the ears of the ghetto young
Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
I always wondered where the ghetto from
Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung
But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won
That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run
We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb
These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum
And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems
Get ghetto sums
That's why...
[Hook:]
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too much dope
Too many niggas on the porch
So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
Pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas on the block
Too many niggas gettin shot
So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
The pizza man don't come here no more
Too many niggas gettin robbed
Niggas don't wanna starve but
"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
The pizza man don't come here no more
Deliver, deliver, deliver
Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day
Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway
Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way
Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed
The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate
And a place where ethnicity determines your placement
A place that defines your station
Remind you niggas your place is the basement
White people in the attic
Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts
White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?
Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV
So don't say its politics when you see me
When you gon' apologize for your CD
Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD
[Hook]
Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again
Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic
So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends
You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter
Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin
That's a deep dish
Chicago style get the peace stick
Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
Pay into the plate then I put it in your face
I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with
No Giordano or Di Giorno
Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro
Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle
[Hook]