Aisha Raison - Speaking in Cursive and Other Adventures Of Little Girl Blue : 1989

See it all started in

1989

That summer

Another number played on

Cassette players and cd changers

That made the boom box blast -

Our past consists of 

The great big Cadillac

(Diamond in the back

Sunroof top

While diggin' the scene in a gangsta lean)

Dreams of making bank

Were washed away with a 40 ounce

And set adrift in memory bliss

Of indo smoke and newports -

We

Were

Bad

Never knowing our seeds would pick up bad habits

As we bred like rabbits

Children that would possibly never see 30 -

Some were exposed to superfly

But never knew about sweetback

And by the time those kids turned five

They were exposed to the boyz in the hood

And that sad menace to society -

To us

It was nothing but a g thing, baby

So bad our generation was crazy

Fed Ex and McDonold's would pay me

But some futures were looking real hazy

See, we got around 

But thought that those crazy moments 

Would never come back and haunt us -

Now those babies some daddies

taught gang signs for fun

Are holding up liquor stores

And raiding homes for x boxes and ps3's

And wii's

Synthetic weed and methanfedamines

While crying out the words of that old negro tune-

Swing low

Sweet chariot stop

And

Let me ride -

But I don't want to ride before my time -

This rhyme is for those

Who thought that 

Dr. Dre would always push the chronic

That Ice Cube would always be Amerikkka's Most Wanted

That Biggie was born to die -

Why?

Some never knew that they were only selling

Ghetto fairy tales

And some of us bought it

And paid with our dreams and our health

No wealth was ever coming in that way

And some got left in the dust

Of tattooed dreams and kush filled wishes -

No cash ruled everything around it

Because we were astounded 

By a hype life that didn't have our

Happily ever after in mind...

Swing down

Sweet chariot, stop

And let me off...

I can walk.