Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Double bump Huckleberry Finn and Mark Twain. The new required reading should be The Last Poets and Gil Scott Heron. Think not, well, let me carry you home.

This new post is brought to you by my cousin's wife. Well, maybe I should explain that because she's not going to like this.

This past weekend I was down in New Orleans where they live. They have a very nice home in a gated community. But, this post is not about them nor where they live. It's about the mindset of some (many) black folks, but let me continue. She drives a brand new BMW and my cousin drives a 1997 Volvo. She's from Orange NJ, and he's from my home town. So, for the most part, they have similar backgrounds. You know, they are both black and they both came from the ghetto. Wait, maybe I should say they both were raised on the lower side of town. But something has happened along the way.

When I got in her car, I noticed a bottle of water labeled BMW water. I said to myself "what the hell was that about?". I mean, BMW water?!

Anyway, as time went by, I noticed her radio was on one of those talk show programs. The topic was Michael Jordan and why he does or does not tip at restaurants. Now, in case someone cares about that mess, he does not tip. But why should I, or anyone else be concerned about that? But here's the lick, I told someone in the car that I don't listen to that mess and I don't watch the news. Lord have mercy, you would have thought I had snot running from my nose and I was licking it with deep tongue thrusts.

Guns and drugs and violence are not the boogie man that's chasing down the black man, they are only a few of the sores that rises after the infection has set in. The media is the Big Bitch. And, Niggas will PARTY & BULL SH*T and PARTY & BULL SH*T.

In the Nixon era, The Last Poets were on the list of the Counter-Intelligence program, COINTELPRO. Did you catch that? I mean, counter to what? I mean, who's intelligence were they worried about? Dare I say the education of the black man?

Compared To What

I love the lie and lie the love

A-Hangin' on, with push and shove

Possession is the motivation that is hangin' up the God-damn nation

Looks like we always end up in a rut

Tryin' to make it real — compared to what?

Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs

Twisted children killin' frogs

Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs

Tired old lady kissin' dogs

I hate the human love of that stinking mutt

Try to make it real — compared to what?

The President, he's got his war

Folks don't know just what it's for

Nobody gives us rhyme or reason

Have one doubt, they call it treason

We're chicken-feathers, all without one nut.

God damn it!

Tryin' to make it real — compared to what?

Church on Sunday, sleep and nod

Tryin' to duck the wrath of God

Preacher's fillin' us with fright

They all tryin' to teach us what they think is right

They really got to be some kind of nut

Tryin' to make it real — compared to what?

Where's that bee and where's that honey?

Where's my God and where's my money?

Unreal values, crass distortion

Unwed mothers need abortion

Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut

Tried to make it real — compared to what?!

Tryin' to make it real — compared to what?

Counter- intelligence?


Compared to WHAT?!
Counter to WHAT?!

Don't call this a come back. Call it a new day. But I am thinking about changing my blog name from CarryMeHome, to Pappa's Got A Brand New Bag. And, I am going to say it loud, like I am black and I'm proud. Get ready, cuz there's a train a comin. I hope you come back and share your thoughts.
Btw, whose ass are you hanging on and where do you get your nourishment? Is it a pill that solves all your ills, or the news shows that drop negative spiel?
Watch whose ass you're biting because when they jump off the bridge, your behind will follow! Just because everyone is doing "IT".... does not make it right.


Maxine Beneba Clarke said...

The new required reading should be The Last Poets and Gil Scott Heron. Think not, well, let me carry you home

Hell yeah!

I've been away too f*cking long Carey.

I'm loving the blog re-design.

CareyCarey said...

Hi Maxine!

Yes, it has been a while. I saw you come by a few time, but you didn't say anything, and that's cool.

Black thighs, black thighs... :-)

Before the white man came...

Opps, wrong post. As children, we are forced to read about Nigga Jim & Huck Finn & To Kill A Mocking Damn Bird, but 99.9% of the the population has never heard of The Last Poets, nor Gil Scott Heron.

It would take an Australian poet name Maxine Beneba Clarke to let me know that my post didn't go in vain. Maybe I should post pieces of your book?

Before the white man came...