A collage of personal, political,cultural, and historical commentary from the thought processes of Brandon Wallace.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
They chose John Roberts as Chief Justice because he is a young white male. I am absolutely certain of it.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
I just finished watching Ruby's Bucket of Blood with Angela Bassett(which Ive seen before) with two women born at least three decades before the end of segregation. They both had to get up and leave right before that white woman walked in on Angela Basset's character and that white man.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Project Runway
I actually liked something that Angela created. Thats a first. Will it be a last? She better thank her lucky stars for Michael Knight. Good Riddens Kieth Michael.
Ghetto Heaven
Family Stand
You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; it's time to make some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's 10:07, and time to get some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
It's time to get some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...
Baby, baby, baby
All I need in this world is you
And when you're gone
Baby, baby, baby
Your touch, your kiss always gets me through
Sister needs her sugar
To get her through the day
She doesn't have the money
But always got a way to pay
It's 2:07; it's time to sell some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
It's time to sell some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...
You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; I need a little ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
My baby needs some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
(repeat to fade out)
You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; it's time to make some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's 10:07, and time to get some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
It's time to get some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...
Baby, baby, baby
All I need in this world is you
And when you're gone
Baby, baby, baby
Your touch, your kiss always gets me through
Sister needs her sugar
To get her through the day
She doesn't have the money
But always got a way to pay
It's 2:07; it's time to sell some ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
It's time to sell some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...
You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; I need a little ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
My baby needs some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
(repeat to fade out)
Tennessee
by Arrested Development
Lord I've really been real stressed
Down and out, losin ground
Although I am black and proud
Problems got me pessimistic
Brothers and sisters keep messin up
Why does it have to be so damn tuff?
I don't know where I can go
To let these ghosts out of my skull
My grandmas past, my brothers gone
I never at once felt so alone
I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel
Not just my spare tire (home)
But lord I ask you (home)
To be my guiding force and truth (home)
For some strange reason it had to be (home)
He guided me to Tennessee (home)
(Chorus) Take me to another place
Take me to another land
Make me forget all that hurts me
Let me understand your plan
Lord it's obvious we got a relationship
Talkin to each other every night and day
Although you're superior over me
We talk to each other in a friendship way
Then outta nowhere you tell me to break
Outta the country and into more country
Past Dyesburg into Ripley
Where the ghost of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climbed the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask those trees for all their wisdom
They tell me my ears are so young (home)
Go back to from whence you came (home)
My family tree my family name (home)
For some strange reason it had to be (home)
He guided me to Tennessee (home)
Chorus
Now I see the importance of history
Why people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers on the corner playin ghetto games
I ask you lord why you enlightened me
Without the enlightment of all my folks
He said cuz I set myself on a quest for truth
And he was there to quench my thirst
But I am still thirsty...
The lord allowed me to drink some more
He said what I am searchin for are
The answers to all which are in front of me
The ultimate truth started to get blurry
For some strange reason it had to be
It was all a dream about Tennessee
Chorus
Lord I've really been real stressed
Down and out, losin ground
Although I am black and proud
Problems got me pessimistic
Brothers and sisters keep messin up
Why does it have to be so damn tuff?
I don't know where I can go
To let these ghosts out of my skull
My grandmas past, my brothers gone
I never at once felt so alone
I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel
Not just my spare tire (home)
But lord I ask you (home)
To be my guiding force and truth (home)
For some strange reason it had to be (home)
He guided me to Tennessee (home)
(Chorus) Take me to another place
Take me to another land
Make me forget all that hurts me
Let me understand your plan
Lord it's obvious we got a relationship
Talkin to each other every night and day
Although you're superior over me
We talk to each other in a friendship way
Then outta nowhere you tell me to break
Outta the country and into more country
Past Dyesburg into Ripley
Where the ghost of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climbed the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask those trees for all their wisdom
They tell me my ears are so young (home)
Go back to from whence you came (home)
My family tree my family name (home)
For some strange reason it had to be (home)
He guided me to Tennessee (home)
Chorus
Now I see the importance of history
Why people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers on the corner playin ghetto games
I ask you lord why you enlightened me
Without the enlightment of all my folks
He said cuz I set myself on a quest for truth
And he was there to quench my thirst
But I am still thirsty...
The lord allowed me to drink some more
He said what I am searchin for are
The answers to all which are in front of me
The ultimate truth started to get blurry
For some strange reason it had to be
It was all a dream about Tennessee
Chorus
I am learning to take things slow. Especially in matters of the heart.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
This summer I have written eight poems and a short story.Quite productive for me.
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