The 80's.......

Sometimes I wish I was white so I can run through countries and rape them for their resources. We see you Reagan!!! And put the resources to good use like building a seperate colony of concetration camps to store minorities in when I turn the armed forces against them. So I can commission the miniorites, whose souls I've captured, to build walkways large enough to ride tanks through. So I can ride tanks through them. And destroy daydreams of days when walkways were only wide enough for shoppingcarts and baby strollers. The plan is in motion just read the 80's!!
And remind children of the days when the wop represented freedom of expression and kid and play were the torch bearers of creative movement. When 6" stilletto heels meant uncomfortable periods of time and the promise of back problems in later years. When people realized that Moses civilized the caucasian who could not wear high heels in their early days if they felt like it. Hunched over. When my stepfather wore a light blue suit to rally for niggaz that couldn't realize the message behind the music. Fight the POWER!! When public enemy took its platform from the Nation of Islam and Flava flav really knew what time it was. When blunt cut bobs were ridiculed in the streets of ghettos and never looked upon as coutoure. Or when people looked to ghettos near and far to define coutoure. The cycle continues!!
I'm talking abouit a time when furry kangols and adidas rocked concrete jungles like I rock this keyboard and Prince made the beautiful ones look like victims. Where pregnant woman wore dingy, airbrushed tweety bird t-shirts and multi colored spandex to do their laundry in laundromats where Ms. Pac man was the highlight of the experience. Imma beat your high score niggaaaaaaa!!!! The 80's