I might not agree with that last line in the song, because I try to show some respect for the dead and human life, but I do like how Killer Mike had some messages and stories and facts in this song that need to be heard / thought about / talked about / acted upon.
It is good to see musicians, especially rappers, trying to share some truths and some positive messages in some of their songs; and I like how he called out the rap community et cetera, and issued a challenge to improve in this area.
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit Will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shit We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us on acres If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding Cos all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting Hella children deaf and pretending it’s exciting We are advertisements for agony and pain We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine In the 80’s when the bricks came on military planes
The end of the Reagan Era, I’m like number twelver Old enough to understand the shit’ll change forever They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever But mostly black boys, but they would call us “niggas” And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets I guess that that’s the privilege of policing for some profit But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits Cos free labor is the cornerstone of US economics Cos slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits That’s why they giving drug offenders time in double digits Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor Just an employee of the country’s real masters Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters If you don’t believe the theory, then argue with this logic Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor If I say any more they might be at my door Who the fuck is that staring in my window Doing that surveillance on Mister Michael Render I’m dropping off the grid before they pump the lead I leave you with four words: I’m glad Reagan dead
Recently (maybe Thursday) someone asked me if I had heard the news about Ronald Reagan when I got home from work and I was out running errands, I had not heard the news, and so I went to check the MSN News app on my mobile phone but I saw nothing about it on the home page.
When I got home I checked the home page of Google News, I still saw nothing about it, and so I had to do a search on Google News to finally find some news about it; and then I went to YouTube to find so videos about it.
This was my favorite video that I saw from the main stream news media about it:
This was the second video that I saw about it:
The only people I follow who even mentioned it so far was Double Toasted:
At the end of that day Google News finally got a news article on the home page about it but it was at the very bottom, I would think that this would be bigger news, but I guess American presidents get more protection and privilege et cetera.
It took way too long for this recording to be released and / or talked about, and it is still not getting the attention that I think that it should.
I hope that more information like this is released so that more people can learn the truth about various things and people, including hidden / systematic racism / racialism et cetera, because there is a lot more out there about various topics and people.
Ronald Reagan was probably the favorite American president of my former coworker Mr. LS, and so I wonder what he thinks about this news.
My former coworker Mr. C was not a fan of Mr. Reagan, he once told me his thoughts about him and his administration, and so he would not be surprised by this.
Well I guess it is time to finally make a post about Killer Mike’s song Reagan.
I am not sure if this is one dream or two so I will type it as one dream.
I remember being inside a fictional version of The BP Library that was like a large gym-like building, and I was working.
At some point I smelled smoke, I mentioned this out-loud, and a female patron with light-color skin told me that a female patron with light-color skin with long black hair who always acts strange was burning something as part of a possibly ritual in maybe the women’s bathroom or somewhere else.
This patron described some of the strange past behavior of the female patron and it sounded like she was eccentric and probably had one or more mental disorders, and after that I went to tell my coworker Mr. CF who is the security guard.
I am not sure if this is a daydream of me thinking about what I would say to her or if this happened, either way, I remember the female patron walking back from the bathroom or wherever so we stopped her and talked to her.
She was acting strange, eccentric, probably slightly unstable, but she was happy and she told us what she had burned and why et cetera but I can not remember what she said or what happened next other than I remember driving at night in my automobile with my brother GC.
We drove past W Park on our way near the outskirts of the city past BY Wok, and there was a fictional area on the right of this that led to a countryside area where some people lived, where there was a forest, maybe bodies of water, train tracks, train tracks over a bridge, and something that was somewhat amusement park-like (I am not sure what to call it).
We drove to this fictional area like maybe we were going to visit the amusement park-like area or the forest et cetera, and I parked in a field that was near some of the houses.
I then remembered that to get to the other side to the amusement park-like area we needed to go to a road on the left side or walk through the neighborhood to the other side, and so we were going to drive but I needed to urinate so as we were getting back in my automobile I stood behind the driver’s door to urinate on the field since there were no bathrooms around.
Before I could even unzip my pants I suddenly heard a woman’s voice asking me a question but I could not hear what she said, this scared and surprised me because we saw and heard no one before this, and I wondered how was it possible for someone to sneak up on us when I was facing that direction and this was an open field so I should have seen them walking over even though it was very dark.
I looked up to see a the shape of a woman and a boy standing at an angle in front of me on the other side of my door at a distance, it was too dark and far for me to see them, and they were too far away for me to hear what they were saying.
I was creeped out a bit and my first instinct was to get inside my automobile and close and lock the door and respond to them as I am driving away, it was like a scary movie with the lightning and how they appeared out of nowhere and how I could only see dark silhouettes of them and how they were just standing there talking but I could not understand what they were saying, but I decided to take a risk and ignore common sense and walk closer so that I could hear them and somewhat see them but I kept a distance because something still did not seem right about them.
I can not remember what they said but I think that they possibly asked if I needed some help but I can not remember, and I probably told them thank you but we did not need help and that we were just leaving to reach the other side and then I said goodbye and we drove away.
We drove back to the main road and we parked on side of it to walk the rest of the way, this makes no sense, but somehow the next thing that I remember is that it was day now which makes no sense and somehow I did not notice this change from night to day in the dream.
We were walking along a trail or something from the amusement park-like place, and along the walk among the people I saw a number of former Presidents and First Ladies Of The United States walking among the people.
All are most of them were walking with their spouses but each pair were walking separately from the other pairs so I saw them at different times as we walked, I can not remember everyone I saw, but I do know that I saw: Ronald Reagan and Nancy Reagan, Jimmy Carter but I can not remember if he was with his wife or not, and the last president I saw was Bill Clinton and he had a fictional wife who was younger than him and she had light-color skin with maybe long yellow hair and she did not look or sound like Hillary Clinton.
Bill Clinton was the only president I saw who was not with his real wife, which I think is interesting, I am not sure if there were any United States Secret Service agents with any of them or not but in the dream I assumed that there were even if I could not recognize them so I kept my distance from them.
At some point as we were approaching an area that looked like the area where The R Trailer used to be, Mr. Clinton happened to be walking in this area at the same time as me, and we ended up greeting each other as we walked.
Mr. Clinton stopped and smiled while looking at me like he recognized me and he said: “Wait, I think that I remember you from somewhere?” or “Do I know you from somewhere?” or “I think that I know you from somewhere?” something like that.
I can not remember what my response was, but Mr. Clinton patted me on the back; then I decided to try to shake his hand after a brief pause because I was not sure if this was a good idea because if he had security with him they might respond, he thought that I was about to do something else at first so he went to do a different movement and he had to awkwardly correct this and transition to a handshake, and then we shook hands.
We continued walking and talking toward the yard of The E House.
I noticed that I was wearing either a slightly over-sized suit coat or a pea coat (probably pea coat), Mr. Clinton noticed this too, and he gave me a compliment about it by saying something like: “You somewhat remind me of Shatner or Wagner (probably Shatner).” and I assumed that he meant William Shatner so I replied: “I do not know about all of that, but thank you.”.
As we reached the yard his fictional wife turned to me and leaned in and told me that Shatner or Wagner was their son, and so basically when Mr. Clinton had complimented me he was saying that in that moment I had reminded him of his son because I guess he use to wear a suit coat or pea coat like that.
When she told me this I was surprised and confused, because when she said that Shatner or Wagner was their son it felt like maybe he was dead or something so I was wondering if she meant that or just that he was just simply their son, and because I did not know that Mr. Clinton had a son so I was confused by this.
I probably said thank you and goodbye to them and I went inside The E House, I took off the coat because it probably started to seem too warm to be wearing, and then my brother GC entered the house and I went to tell him what had happened but I woke up.
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