I’m a king of the past, I was the first and I will be the last.
I’m a ruler by nature, innate in my genetic structure.
I was once a king, who wore fine silk robes and golden rings.
Yes, I’m the man, and I know their plan.
They orchestrate for you to make all the money;
I’m experienced with how to rule YOU honey.
I’ll take over your mind,
Then I’ll control every dime.
My skin is brown; you can’t keep this good man down.
I don’t swim against a wave, because it won’t be me that they’ll save.
To me it’s smarter to roll with the flow; that’s the way I go.
You people call me a pimp. Call it survival; it’s just that simp—le.
Or would you rather I be a niggard rob banks and play hard.
No, I..I..I..I think I’d rather be smart; love women and rule hearts.
An instinctive leader – to smart to succumb;
To their mind control schemes; so that makes me one
That they push out of the main steam into the sideline Swells.
So many brilliant brothers end up locked down in jail.
Intelligent people don’t follow a fool; I know where I’m going,
Got an objective and that’s cool.
A ruler knows, being an individual won’t do.
If you want to make an impact, you need a crew.
Moving my inner circle to the top was rough.
Staying on top means that I have to be tough.
You see, I was groomed to have subjects,
And keep up appearances, for the public.
Just trying to let you know, I’m not full of jive.
I’m a man who was a king, that trying to thrive.
I always wondered about these men whose dress was more meticulous than a woman’s. I was also perplexed as to why women would give them their money. It’s a curious thing, I think, about the African American community. These men and these women — who are they?
I studied and researched it; and I have identified some points of interest. Now mind you, a scientist is a person who observes. They scrutinize the mundane things around them. Ordinary and not so ordinary, but they look into what most people just take for granted. They say, “Why or how is the sky blue. What pulls everything down?” Most people just accept the way they find the world into which they are born.
Now back to the African American man and woman; they are a peculiar group because of how they evolved out of slavery. You can imagine, well, you don’t really have to imagine if you are from this people. You are a woman during slave times and you are supposed to be dedicated to your husband and family. Horrifically, there is a man (white) who says, “You have to come and do his bidding any time he wants it.” Your husband has to turn away; go out to sit on the back stoop and accept this. You really don’t talk about it and just try to go on and make the best out of a deplorable situation.
So what does the woman do? She tries to do it good (well) to get on the best side of the plantation man. He gets comfortable with her and lowers his guard. She takes advantage, so she can pass her favors on to her husband and children. She becomes desensitized and so does her husband. She wants to keep her “sweet-back” husband; and the plantation man wants to keep her. In her way, the woman wants to protect husband and help him get ahead. She may put a word in her owner’s ear to get him a better job and so on. Her husband, “Stud Man,” is servicing all the best Phillies to produce more genetically strong and healthy slaves. An expression of love has become an act of a dog driven by its animal urge. They did what they had to do.
Jim crow is an offshoot of slavery specifically designed to restrain the former slave’s progress, in addition to, holding on to the access to his former slave woman and castrating manhood. Some women and men were loyal to their European employers. Sleeping with her former master was held up with pride – that is with some of them. There were housemen that felt the same in doing many numerous biddings; and really, they couldn’t be trusted among people of their color. The massah did good by them. They were called the house slaves. The field workers had a different frame of mind and were loyal to each other.
So here we are 1920’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, all the way up to 2011. Why haven’t we been able to stop the madness? This abnormal mind has taken on a life of it’s own. I thought to myself. Maybe the men who are taking this route have a history of genetics that lead back to the family of Kings. Well, I could be reaching a bit; but there is a presence of pride driving them to want to control and rule over people. They have strength of mind and they use it to take advantage of a weaker mind. People are drawn to them because they carry a persona of being elite, which requires groupies.
They are a man’s man and women like men of power. Because they were “Stud Men,” they specialize in making women feel – feel something. I don’t believe it’s really physical; I would say more psychological. They want to feel protected; they want to be a part of something representing strength. Women seek out strong men – men who haven’t given up and rolled over – shuffling their feet as they stand there grinning.
Another point of observation or angle is the peacock style of dress. Who dresses like that but an individual desiring to put on a magnificent display to show that they are different and better than other people? Ordinary people don’t have a desire to bring attention to themselves; they dress to meet the requirement of the occasion. I believe this kind of man really hates himself. More than likely, he feels castrated. He also hates the women who subject themselves to other men and to him. So he totally disrespects the women by using them. Usually, it all starts with the hatred for their mother; or it could be the lack of love from her. Or it could be some woman, who he loved purely and innocently, put a dagger in his heart. He may feel the need to put on such a dazzling show to save face. He pretends to believe that his actions are the only way he and his woman can make it. But inwardly, he really feels less than an average man because he can’t secure her, and has to share her with many.
The female gives her money to her pimp because it is the only semblance of power he has. Without the roll of money in his pocket, he is a zero, so he desperately holds on to her. Now she has a sense of being needed. This is also how a pimp-minded man keeps his woman under his control. He knows she does not feel worthy of a better man. She thinks no one will love her or treat her better and what will he do without her. He doesn’t provide for her, in truth, he does the opposite of protecting her. And ultimately, he is just a low-life coward and a user, that’s self-indulged. There you have it – a fatally wounded male and a fatally wounded female. Their wounds are fatal because the environment they exist in cannot produce productive life. Can two negatives make a positive? Well it works for them until, OOPS, one of them wakes up. What a pity – so much potential, such a waste. These are just my observations and opinions. Write me and tell me what you think?
Remember to spend your money where it best serves us in the community. Let’s build ourselves up by holding together, performing self-reparations. All we need is to hold firm to our families by being a support to each other. We must open and reinforce communication links. They will heal the many cancerous sores engulfing our lives; and it will free us from the mental bonds still restraining us as victims of the slave trade.
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