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Life.Lessons.Lyrics: L'ete Noir PDF Print E-mail
Written by Ahmariah Jackson   

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January 11, 2010 marks an important milestone in my personal and artistic development; it is the day I release my first album. Albeit a humble offering; devoid of the red carpet and fanfare connected to major releases and a far cry from my childhood dreams, it represents a definitive line drawn in the proverbial sand. I did it! I chased a dream and caught it. I brought a plan to fruition. The fact that it is a free download does nothing to dim my elation at its manifestation. It is an album, and by the grace of God and great friends, I am able to be its conduit.
 
I truly am thankful for what I got.
 
The album’s title translates to Black Summer, a juxtaposition that encapsulates my fragile strength during its production. My divorce was close to final and I was no longer able to see my children’s fresh faces on a daily basis. I had just left a lucrative but transitory job and began; once again, to re-connect with the artist within.
 
What resulted is a concise collection of musical musings. However, its true value would be unknown to me until I revisited the material years later. IT IS REBIRTH: our collective ability to rise unsullied from flames and ashes. To reset. Start over. Again.
 
I discovered that I had not lost that loving feeling of which The Righteous Brothers sang. Quite the contrary, I had resolved my belief in love:
 
She is the composition of dreams
A contradiction it seems
Both beach chair and porch swing
(And I breathe her)
Like May in its first
She defines my verse
The voice by which I sing
                                                                                                                                -Muse
 
And yet, I had just been forcibly evicted from love mere months earlier. Apparently, the human spirit is strong. (Excuse what may appear to be self-praise; this is more of a joy in recognizing that life truly goes on: and even gets better.) I had found my pen after allowing it to lie dormant for over seven years. My love with the mic had been rekindled:
 
I had a dream I was dreamin’
In that dream I was fiendin’
Woke up to the moonlight
The starry night beamin’
Through cracks in my blinds
Like cracks in my mind
Felt like Strawberry wine
(Just a human being)
True to my hue
And all I’ve been through
-Monk
 
Over the Fourth of July holiday, three artists converged; beats sent by email and completed tracks following the same route. The songs sat on computers and graced iPods. Almost destined to never touch foreign ears.
 
I don’t have a record deal!
 
Are people buying albums now?
 
Whatever the economic outcome, one thing remained clear: if I never share, it will never be heard. I decided to measure my personal success in terms untainted by immediate financial gain. GIVE IT AWAY! In deciding to do so, I realized that I had taken one small step into my rebirth. I am empowered by who and what I am, not limited by what I don’t have:
 
God don’t make mistakes
We get the message wrong
But his grace is so great
That nothing’s a waste
So in the case of you and me
And no unity
I’m straight
                                                                                               
-Cotton Candy (Perhaps)
 
So, there it is. My story. My pain. My joy. Our life. And as God doesn’t make mistakes, I currently stand on the tail end of another love’s embrace and demise. I am still straight. The cyclical nature of life shows that as much as things change, they remain the same. But in that cycle, one truism stands tall and proud: we are to be born again; time and time over. Embrace your rebirth.
 
The Black Summer is life growing from decimated soil. Beauty from ugly. Life and love. The circle of it all. I bid you safe travels in navigating your own arch and its dips. The Black Summer is rebirth: Phoenix style. The fire may burn you, but the cool of rebirth shall make you stronger. Pressure busts pipes and steel sharpens steel. This is my story. This is my song. Ashe.

 
Life.Lessons.Lyrics: BE Thankful (4 what u got) PDF Print E-mail
Written by Ahmariah Jackson   

Life. Lessons.Lyrics

BE-Thankful (4 what u got)

The time is upon us for our yearly list of do’s and don’ts: more familiar known as New Year’s Resolutions. More often than not, these “new attitudes” rarely make it to the first blossoms of spring. Yet, this annual ritual offers more significance than merely promising to diet or quit smoking. It is emblematic of our eternal desire to become better. And that, as Martha Stewart says, is a good thing. However, there is one thing to bear in mind while on the tireless search for enlightenment.

Allow me to digress for a moment.

I have been attending Fellowship of Love Church in Fayetteville, GA since last Easter. Though I am not exactly a devout Christian, I enjoy the environment and the fellowship. The pastor, B.A. Jackson, blends academic research, intellectual prowess and motivational scripture like a heavenly elixir. His last sermon was no exception. Quoting the most notable lines from Michael Jackson’s “Wanna be startin somethin,” he focused on the idea of being stuck in the middle. However, rather than speaking of being trapped in the muck and mire of the mind-numbing minutia of life’s details, he encouraged the congregation to focus on Making it in the Middle. We aren’t where we WILL be but we are not where we WHERE.

In other words, be thankful for what you got. Follow me, now.

William DeVaughn designed sewers. He worked for the Government of the United States of America. Seems like a pretty forgettable character, right? Maybe not.

William DeVaughn took $900.00 and recorded a song that went on to sell 2,000,000 copies. He is the author and voice behind the inspirational anthem Be Thankful. The refrain may be familiar to you, as it has been sampled and covered by more than a few artists. Its simplicity and earnest ghetto-ethos makes it a wonderful song to study. It is also notable that William DeVaughn was a devout Jehovah’s Witness, and that his song was rife with more praise than pimpin’. He sings:

Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac Gangsta whitewalls

TV antennas in the back

You may not have a car at all

But remember brothers and sisters

You can still stand tall

 

Just be thankful for what you've got

Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac Diamond in the back, sunroof top

Diggin' the scene

With a gangsta lean

Gangsta whitewalls

TV antennas in the back

 

You may not have a car at all

But remember brothers and sisters

You can still stand tall

Just be thankful for what you've got

 

Diamond in the back, sunroof top

Diggin the scene

With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh

Mr. Devaugh crafted a hit comprised of very few words but pregnant with possibility. The song employs concise imagery; juxtaposed with a reality that the great big Cadillac with gangsta whitewalls and TV antennas in the back may be just a fantasy. In fact, he suggests that your reality could possibly not involve a car at all. Yet the ability to still stand tall is not connected to either of those possessions. It lies simply in being thankful for what you got.

“Now, let’s get it all in perspective.” – Nas

Let’s be honest. Rappers are liars! With recoup costs, video costs, producer costs; management and agent fees and the point system for record sales compensation, very few of your fly and flashy champions have the money to afford the Lambos they taut. Conversely, some news reports have shown a few of them being sued for not paying their bills. The reality is that “what they eat don’t make you shit!”

There is power in being self-sufficient and satisfied. So, I encourage you to embrace the newly used whip that allows you to travel between the proverbial points A and B. Embrace last season’s fashion that has finally been broken in and hugs your curves as you like. Moreover, embrace the snoring body with whom you share the gift of soothing slumber within the cradle of night. If we were to place all of our respective problems into a hat and trade them for those of another, we’d be dying to recoup our original problems back.

But, the lesson goes further than that. If the Lord does not give us anything that we cannot handle, is it not possible that said sentiment applies to both blessings and burdens? What looks good to you may not be good for you: it may not even be for you.

Therefore, be anxious for nothing. Take daily account of what you ARE and HAVE that was once only a fleeting hope. Control your desires and limit your complaints.

Or ponder the words taught to us by The Rolling Stones: You can’t always get what you want… But sometimes… You get what you need.

 
Life.Lesons.Lyrics PDF Print E-mail
Written by Ahmariah Jackson   

Life. Lessons. Lyrics. 

Ahmariah Jackson 

“They Say.”

A retrospective on self-love, self-reflection and self-actualization 

Pronouns are a quirky part of the English language and our personal dialects. For while there is often cohesion in pronouns (gender and number), there is still ambiguity as to whom is being referenced without a previous articulation as to the subject of a statement. Pronouns are even more confusing in conversation. We often assume that the person to whom we are speaking is already aware of the sordid facts of our lives. Therefore, we may refer to a “he” or “she” without identifying that person by name.  A less perceptive listener may assume your rant is directed at someone to whom it is not: which leads to the uncomfortable moment when they respond with support or animosity that betrays their perceived identity of the focus of your rant. That’s when you find out that your best friend hates your boyfriend/girlfriend; when in actuality, you were talking about your boss.

WHAT YOU SAYIN, YOUNG?

There is a certain pronoun that has always rubbed me the wrong way. The culprit is “They.” The reason is this: all other pronouns offer some clue as to the focus of a statement. Pronouns are divided by first person, second person, third person and gender. This is true for all pronouns except “they” and the secondary “them,” which are used as third person pronoun serving as the plural of he, she, or it or referring to a group of two or more individuals not all of the same sex. This ambiguity makes “they” a very dangerous word; especially if the identity is not defined. Let’s explore.

The ever-present, "they" are always around when an ill-fated proclamation is made concerning a person’s life or actions. For example:

*They said that a certain R&B songstress may have struck her crooning boyfriend before he commenced to put hands on her!
*They said that a certain Black President is ineligible for his position because he was not born in the United States!

They are often the reason for untrue or unnecessary information being revealed about an innocent (or guilty, for that matter) person.  More often, they are the ones who project their hatred and unhappiness on an otherwise bright and shiny disposition. They are the ones who attack what a fashion conscious person wears. They are who hate on the dreams of another. As Kid Cudi explains for Jay-Z on “Already Home,”

They want me to fall, fall from the top,

They want me to drop (They want me to stop)

They want me to go, I'm already gone (The shit that I'm on)

I'm already home.

Jay and Cudi only touch the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Their focus is not always so clear-cut and simple. They often accompany apparent compliments with back-handed hatred. The core text of our study is an empowering ditty by Common and John Legend. The title, “They Say” is the inspiration and impetus for this offering. The chorus summarizes the breadth and scope of the song.

They say "What's happenin'?"

We say the facts and if, they lie...

We comin' back for them

They might say... but they don't know!
(They say, They say...)

They don't knowwwww!

I was first taken by the final line of the chorus. The resolution “they might say, but they don’t know” is a perfect mantra for life. The reality is that even with taking good-hearted advice from anyone, it is important to know that they do not truly know how you feel. Humans have the ability to empathize and sympathize; however, we are powerless to read the scrolls which constitute another’s spirit and soul. Therefore, the words of others intended to guide the direction of our personal journey must be taken with a grain of salt. Even a mother can be guilty of being selfish in the suggestions she gives to her child.

The crux of the lesson is one of self-preservation and love. As Common wraps up the song, he rides a personal lane about the criticism he has received in his career. The bard spits:

They say Dude think he righteous

I write just to free minds, from Stoney to Rikers

Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is

On my paper, whether its weed or Isis

They say life is a game, so I play hard

Writin for my life cause I'm scared of a day job

They say Sef kept the hood together

I tell the young, We can't play the hood forever

Play my cards right, they say I went to left

They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F

Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights

Now I claim King like Don, or Frank White

They say my life is comparable to Christ's

The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice

They say The crochet pants and the sweater was wack

Seen The Corner, now they say That nigga's back, uh...

Let’s Reminisce over True, My God. The artist formerly known as Common Sense touches on a very hairy point about life when he says, “They say dude think he righteous.” He understands that just as when one says that someone thinks they are better than them; there is a projecting power struggle at play. For the person who projects what another thinks is simply expressing their sub-conscious feelings. In a definitive move, he sums up the wishy-washy ways of “they.” He states, “They say the crochet pants and the sweater was wack. Seen The Corner, now they say that nigga's back.”

And that is our lesson. Even those who cast the slings and arrows in our direction can be easily swayed by the manifestation of our God-given greatness. Pay no attention to the dirt thrown on your name or the hate given to your progression. Jesus Christ, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and Barack Obama all have their detractors. These great figures; however, chose to take the Portia Foxx motto and “Let their haters be their motivators.” This is my wish for you.

They might say, but they don’t know!

 
Obama’s “failing” take on Education By Elton L. Lewis, PhD PDF Print E-mail
Written by E. Lewis   

It’s no secret to even a novice in the political arena the teachers and teachers’ unions are the backbone and life-line of the Democratic Party. Over the years these political “powerhouses” have poured billions of dollars into the party and been the foundation upon which many political giants have built their careers, including our 44th President Barack Obama. But just as has happened time and time again, those of whom we lean to for are strongest support gets taken for granted and even neglected. Obama proclaimed during the campaign of the importance of educating our children; and yes, while we continue to make certain that there is “No Child Left Behind,” the same cannot be said about the teachers who educate these children.

As recently as July 2nd, Secretary of Education Arne Duncan was out blazing trails to promote Obama’s education agenda, trying to convince the National Education Association, and other teachers’ unions that performance-based incentives and pay for teachers is the “right answer.”

But who are we kidding here? It all sounds great and looks good on paper, but let’s just be honest here; this is Obama’s way to try to save a dollar here and there in the Education budget. Teachers at low performing schools would stand to lose a chunk of their salary which they honestly cannot afford in this fragile economy that we live in today. States are scrambling, as we speak, to come up with plans for incentive-based pay for teachers which will unlock billions of dollars in much needed funds for education, promised by the Obama administration.

But as you can imagine, these hastily-put-together plans will undoubtedly have flaws and the uncomfortable adjustment period to go along with the added funds. Most plans call for pay based on scores on statewide standardized tests. Now let’s contemplate on that thought for a moment…..you mean to say that someone’s salary could be directly correlated to how someone else performs on one given day. Hmmm….I can’t imagine that this would cause anyone to perform any ethically-questionable acts at all. But seriously though, many schools were already “teaching to the test” before incentive-based pay was even on the bargaining table, what will happen now? Could you honestly blame teachers if there were a mass exodus of highly-qualified teacher out of “predominately-black” schools in “urban” areas?

Since money appears to be the focal point in education, as opposed to educating and positively influencing the lives of the next generation of American, the Obama administration has to take ownership in the fact that this could possibly be the demise of what we have come to know as the educational system in America. I know that may sound like exaggeration and hyperbole, but to a certain degree it does hold true. As awful as educators believe that the Bush administration was to education, this could potentially be far worse.

This notion of “teaching to the test” is one that could possibly cripple our students and find them ill-prepared to enter the collegiate arena. No one would argue that one test should determine the ability and intellect of anyone. Similarly, no test should then be the premise that drives all instruction in any curriculum, lest we stifle the educational and academic freedom that we have grown to love here in America. Even more importantly, no single test on a single day of the academic year should determine the pay of an individual that works tirelessly for close to 200 other days.

I wonder what would be come of this policy if after it is set into motion President Obama’s daughters were dropped in a public school in Washington, DC? I wonder how he would handle himself if his pay and legacy in American history were based solely on the success of one thing, like the economy? President Obama must understand that if you tamper with the foundation or base of any structure it will eventually crumble. There are about to be several million angry teachers and a formidable base in the Democratic Party very angry with this policy, I wonder how long before what Howard Dean and those at the DNC built begins to crumble.

When will Washington understand that you will never achieve “No Child Left Behind” until there is “No Teacher Left Behind.”

 

 
Here We Go Again PDF Print E-mail
Written by Morris Singletary BE Politikin Editor   
 
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