Get some culture bout ya'self!!!!

I grew up in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Really Midwest City, Oklahoma, (but it's all the same). Throughout my child hood I can remember not having a "black" radio station, or a station that related to the African American population of the state of Oklahoma for that matter. To hear the music we wanted to hear, your parents had a vast record collection. In the late hours of the night, (on weekends), your parents hosted small parties and forced you to stay in your room. Then the time came when everyone was in a drunken slumber and you finally snuck out of your room to be in the presents of grown folks.

I remember my parents bought me this plastic record player that looked like a small suite case. On the cover it had a picture of "The Fonz" from the television show "Happy Days". Man I loved that record player. My dad would never let me touch his albums, but he gave me a scratched up 45" of The Ohio Players - Fire, (Shout out to my family and friends in Columbus, Ohio). I would play that song over and over. If I didn't listen to that one 45" then I would listen to the radio. We had your pop stations, classical stations, jazz....you name it! I fell in love with music as a child just from that experience! The way we heard rap music was you either had a relative who lived on the east coast. He or she would make you a tape of the music played on the local station in there area. Or you gave the older guys on your block a few dollars that you got from cutting grass all day, to make you a mix tape. Yo! Mtv Raps! Now that show blew up the spot. I wish I could find all the VHS tapes I recorded of that show. Then BET came out with Rap City!!! As much as I love and appreciate Rap/Hip-Hop....I still had to listen to my Jazz, Classical, and other genres of music.

This morning I turned my turntable on and started listening to some albums. The first album I played...Get The Knack (My Sharona). I also played some Hubert Laws, Bob James, and Carlos Santana. I like to think that I respect my neighbors, so I wouldn't say my music was too loud. No one gave the universal "tap on the ceiling", so....I was good. I step outside of my apartment to go to the store and this oh ugly ass, hella weave having, monster said to me, "Nigga what kind of nigga listens to that shit you got playing in your apartment?". ME BITCH!!!!! I didn't ask for your comment on my choice of music! Maybe you should expand your horizons!!!! Might do you some good! Every time I step out of my apartment to go to work, you standing there with a cigarette hanging off your lip. Yelling at your kids and listening to the same shit they play on the radio every damn hour. I come back from work...you doing the same shit!!! You haven't even said hello to me when I try to be courteous towards you. But today you wanna question what type of nigga am I?!!!

I can appreciate so many things in life. It's out there for you, but you're happy with just doing the least. Your little bad ass kids have to grow up to become just like your sorry ass! Why? For you have no culture you beasty looking beeeyoootch!!!! Go to the library sometime...it's within walking distance! Listen to something other than Lil Wayne, Jeezy, or Gucci. Expand! Open your mind! And I am only going off like this because you said "What kind of nigga listens to that shit you playing in your apartment?".  Dumb ass!!!!

#expandyourhorizons #getsomecultureboutyaself #imjusttrynnahelpyopunkass