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Member since: July 9, 2008
I generalize the majority of the time, and thoughrouly enjoy going off on tangents about various things, people, and or ideas.
I write a lot of poetry, lyrics, rants, blogs, and pretty much anything else that allows me to express myself and my thoughts.
I also enjoy photography, criminology, psychology, sociology, contemplating, singing (goes along keenly with my before mentioned lyric writing, don't you think?), Business, Sketching, and of course, like every other teenager on planet earth, MUSIC.
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Hey there. I'm a sixteen year old Junior attening Edison Highschool, and you know what ticks me off?
I was up around two in the morning playing Champions of Norrath (like the nerd that I am) and I had just kicked this big Zeus looking guys butt when this song came on the radio.
"Look at this mouth, look at these eyes look at these ears look at this hair line" "they match!" "they match the hairline the ears, the mouth, the nose,the eyes the everything."
"you know damn well this yo baby! you know this yo baby!" "10 month old baby, dante...you are not the father"
Dat baby dont look like me x4
YEAH!
shawtty putt
yall know who this song for
this baby dont look nothin like me
talk to em shawtty putt
Lets go!
that baby ain't mine
im sorry
"you are not the father"
bitch you heard maury
i ain't buyin no carseat
an i ain't finna take care of no freak
not me not me
you ain't gettin no trust up outta my check
but i will pay for that DNA test
i ain't buyin no huggies, don't dress him like me that ain't my lil buddy
dem ain't my lips and them ain't my eyes you can keep them big pitchas and the wallet size
that baby got a big nose girl look at mine you can play blind but girl you needa stop tryin
you can stop cryin girl you can stop cryin
you done pick the wrong one baby this time it aint my problem shawty
i cant smell ya
take him by my momma house girl she'll tell ya
Dat baby dont look like me x9
"shes a stankin slut, she needa keep her knees closed, that baby look nothin like me that baby cock eyed and i got squinty eyes,we look different from head to toe"
"you think this baby looks like any of ya'll"
"now children, what do you say when you meet a nice man"
"are you my daddy?"
naw naw naw that baby look just like the reggae sean paul
and between me and you on the low low all the curly hair that baby look like polo
Im tryna tell ya i ain't that baby pappy he way to crunk you betta try lil scrappy
Now i might be high but the more i look at him, shawty look like T.i.
I can't lie we was doin our thing, but thats a nappy head baby you betta try tpain
Naw mayne i can't claim him im light skined that baby black like akon
When i beat we didnt go meat to meat, you betta call petey pablo didnt he say your name on freak a leak?
Shit try gucci man bitch he might be but that baby dont look like me
Dat baby dont look like me x8
This is, quite obviously, a sign of the times.
It isn't bad enough that we already have deadbeat dads and craptastic womanizing males running around impregnating women and then denying it, but now, Captain of all Idiots, Lil Whats his dumb a**, has written a song that pretty much glamourizes it.
With a beat you can dance to and a catchy chorus stuck on repeat, people are doomed to become addicted to this atrocity and slowly but surely become brainwashed by it.
It has been proven countless times, and people can deny it however many times they want, it doesn’t make it any less true, the music, television, and media in general, affects the way humans think and interact with each other. Is this the norm in today’s society?
Is it REALLY okay to talk and act like a complete punk?
As other songs have said, is it REALLY okay to treat women as sex objects and categorize men as chauvinist pigs? Is it okay to teach children and teenagers to behave promiscuously, and to stick themselves in categories?
Females! You aren’t worth anything more than a sex object! Shake your ass and let me put dollar bills in your G-string and smack you around a bit! You’re a slut and you should be proud!
Men! That baby isnt yours! F*** the world, you own everything! You're the boss! You're straight up gangster!
These are the subliminal messages being sent to our subconscious every time we hear a song like this. Ever noticed how certain music makes you smile? Makes you cry? Makes you mad? Makes you want to dance?
Music affects us, sometimes in ways that are detrimental to our fragile nature. Humans are more susceptible (SP, totally massacred that word.) to change of thought than they believe.
How do I know this? Take a look at how much the world has changed over the yers; disregarding the advances we've made in technology. What was the world like back then? And how did they behave? What’s the world like now? And how do we behave?
Even the song Independent, while I myself enjoy it, says basically "Here’s a chick I can mooch off of! She has a job and all this rad stuff, so I don't have to do anything for her! Fuck being a gentlemen, she can take care of herself AND me!"
Now, before anyone gets on me saying I'm just a rap hater, I'm not. There’s some rock music that is of the same caliber as this Baby aint mine song. Even techno and electro for example- One of my favorite groups, Millionaires (and Brokencyde!), is complete trash. Theres no other way to put it, it is what it is.
And while everyone will shrug and insist it’s just a song and it’s all in good fun, you can’t fall into a fit of denial. While some people aren’t affected (mainly because they do not let these things affect them) others are. And the vast majority of society is being affected by these changes.
For Gods sake, they are making thongs and salons especially for children!
But, my dear reader, do you know what is even worse than that?
People are buying them. Everyone frowns upon pedophilia, but we are practically encouraging it by buying our little girls thongs, stringy bikinis, short skirts and vinyl boots.
The Hannah Montana clothes, I love Miley Cyrus, and truth be told she is probably the best romodel out there- But I wouldn’t want my 6 or 7 year old in a hoochie coochie sequined tank top and pleather skirt!
Kids these days are slowly, actually, RAPIDLY degresing, and no matter which way you look at it the facts are clear.
But even if numerous people have and do come to the same conclusion I have, it doesn’t matter. Because as long as people are buying these clothes for these kids, paying for these trashtastic CDs, and paying money for objects that contribute to the downfall of humanity as we know it, the companies will continue to sell it. All we can do now is cross our fingers and hope for the best, because truthfully, we have screwed ourselves over big time.
Our blissfull ignorance is EPIC.
By continuing to contribute to societies perpetual downhill spiral, we are dooming the generations ahead of ours, and our generation, to a life full of things that shouldn't and don't have to be.
Everything builds on top of itself, it has to start somewhere, and eventually, has to come to an end. We can either end it or it can end us, ultamatley, it is our choice.
Guess which option we are currently pursuing?
I would write much, much more, but mother dearest wants to leave and I have no intention of getting yelled "HURRY UP AND FINISH WRITING!!!" any longer.
Toodles for the time being, or at least, until something else grinds my gears,
Crystal "Chrissy" Phillips
ChrissyLostHerPoise@Yahoo.Com
PS:
Can't the people writing this songs at least use slang that is grammatically correct? Or have they never heard of an apostrophe? Gettin' should have one at the end of it, ig'nant Farquads.
PSS:
What I think is interesting is the people making the music fail to realize what they're doing, and half of them, are way decent people who would never act the way they seem to in their songs. They do it to make money- Thats the way the business goes. But; never the less, people still interprite it how they interprite it, in their subconcious mind "So-And-So who sings this is sucessful and they behave this way, quite obviously I can act like that and be sucessful as well." Perhaps those arent their exact subconsious thoughts, but it is close enough.
PSSS: (Don't you just love my Ps's?) If this gets published, I would very much like an actual copy of it, and would be uber pleased if I could be notified if it does. :)
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