Goin’ Threw It

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White people say about Migos that they sleazy and trivial.  Trap music to them is ugly, at least the ones on the North Side.  Alpharetta and Sandy Springs rich people.  Folks that own downtown.  The ones that clear out Tha Bluff as an investment strategy.  White washing the trap of Atlanta with the bleach of gentrification.  Sending in the police to arrest the dealers as if they are the only ones who did something wrong?  Where the white jewel daughters of those Alpharetta and Sandy Springs families get their party drugs?  Oh yea, the trap.  Where Little Five connects to The Bluff via MARTA.  In high school, white supremacists said about MARTA, that’s “Moving Africans Rapidly Through Atlanta.”  Those same white people living near Emory.  Clean white bleach, clearing out the soul of the A’.  I never knew growing up that I would side with the Southside.  Henry Clay this past winter and spring taught me more in our conversations about the Southside that I could have learned from any book.  Running away from our neighborhood drug dealer’s trap dog with Kwami was fun.  Joking that I would one day go to Magic City and meet folks.  Rubbing noses with Cat, the representative of Curtis Snow.  Man that was a trip.  Another Lakeside High School classmate who discovered the same thing.  The Southside is where we go to discover what it means to live.  There is less insulation from the ground.  Living from paycheck to paycheck, begging for the next rent check.  Why did that happen to me you ask?  It happened because in a red state you cannot get healthcare.  I cannot trust the system to provide a basic level of care for my illness.  In Georgia, they consider the Glock and the AR-15 the best form of mental healthcare treatment.  You wonder, would it not be easier to create a space where you could actually live if you hit the ground rather than putting a bullet into your head in despair or into someone else to share some of that misery.  I wrote the following post the other day and shared it on the postdoc Facebook page for the University of Minnesota.  I am glad they did not send a drone after me for telling the truth.

I have anger.  You are not going to Whitewash my anger from my mind.  Richard Fox, you are not going to trick me with your gestures of offering to help with statements like, “I am going to break you of your anger.”  I saw you evict that woman with a 10 year kid at 7 am on Saturday.  I will never forget your ignorance of how shit works on the Rez.  I will not forget that.  All those trees you planted don’t mean shit if you cannot respect that woman.  I am dumping here some thoughts.  Yes, I am doing that.  Chasing that money, we forget to live.  Chasing that money, building that solar house at the expense of that woman with a child you call lazy.  I am not going to help you.  I am going call you out.  I am going to put my own verse together:

I’m Goin’ Thru It

“Be mild with the mild,
shrewd with the crafty,
confiding to the honest,
rough to the ruffian,
and a thunderbolt to the liar.
But in all this,
never be unmindful of your own dignity.”
-John Brown

“Fuck you master”
God Dead, money king,
What are you scared of Masta?
You scared of rebellion?
I am white, but my brain,
Won’t let me be still,
It won’t let me be still,
Seeing those poor folks,
Getting crushed,
I will happily risk my life,
To call you what you are,
Masta, you aren’t shit,
On Judgement Day,
The tables will be turned,
The birds will eat at your flesh,
Masta, your memory will be dark,
To get to where you can crucify the poor,
With your draconian greed,
Making laws that prevent
Me from getting my medication,
Masta you are going to repeal the ACA,
I know you are,
Those white boomers are angry,
I see it, Brexit,
A prelude to a Trump victory,
I am ready mother fuckers,
I want to hit the street,
I want to burn your shit down,
Anarchists have always been
The best of friends for the Apocalypse,
The core of the West, a rotten egg,
God Dead, money king,
John Brown’s coming back,
There will always be someone,
To call you out Masta,
The color of our skin does not determine
Who will take you out,
I saw a 19 year try to assassinate you Masta,
You think that is the last?
I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes
of this guilty land will never be purged away but with Blood,
Masta, I will call you what you are
An ant, a scared white baby,
2008 stole your portfolio away,
As vapid as it was,
God got a way of waiting,
He’s patient, works on his own time,
He finds a way to punish people like you Masta,
I will not live to see the day
when the street will flow with your blood,
But I dream of the day,
Inverted power,
Lakota memory will not go away,
I remember and don’t forgive,
I will not forgive someone that does not deserve my love,
I will not forgive,
I will not forget,
Expect us…

As trivial as you think these lyrics are, they tell me a story. I hear a story, and am tired of it. Don’t tell me to be a sheep. I am tired of you Masta…

I discovered this track on one of the first Migos albums recently:

Goin’ Threw It (No Label)

[Hook: Offset]
I’m goin’ through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal
He snitchin’ on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer
I’m goin’ through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch
She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit
I’m goin’ through it, my brother in the cage
My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient
I’m goin’ through it, I gotta get this money
I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin’
I’m goin’ through it

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m goin’ through it, man this shit so crazy
’07, lost my brother, 15 years in them cages
Now my grandma rest in peace, that was my first lady
Thousand dollar specs on my face to block the haters
Goin’ through it right now but still chasin’ the paper
My bitch fucked the whole team, I never should have saved her
And now I’m goin’ crazy, cause I’m just goin’ through it
I still walk around with Rugers cause I like to shoot ’em
I thought I loved that bitch to the mothafuckin’ core
I bought her Jimmy Choos, I bought her Juicy Couture
I treated her like a queen, but she was the neighborhood whore
And now she tryna ride with me cause now I’m on tour
Money, money, money, money got me in a Porsche
Money, money, money, money got my fingers sore
I’m rollin’ up a 3-5 blunt look like a core
Feds watchin’ me, still servin’ J’s, I’m paranoid

[Hook: Offset]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I’m goin’ through it, my niggas in the slammer
I had to go to Wal-Mart and collect some Arm & Hammer
And go hard in the kitchen, finessin’ nothing but tickets
Do numbers water whippin’, Young Quavo, yeah I did it
My bitch, she smashed the whole team, damn that ho too friendly
So you know when I sign that deal, got to know I ain’t buyin’ that ho no Bentley
Ain’t seen him in two years, now he wanna come around, gotta know somethin’ fishy
And I told my momma if somethin’ happen to me, she can have my riches
Young Quavo, ain’t leavin’ my wealth to none of these bitches

Cause once you dead and gone, she’ll have another nigga in your kitchen
Water whippin’, show her how you did it
If I get her the Bentley, she’ll have another nigga in that Bentley

[Hook: Offset]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’ve been goin’ through it, shit been crazy
2000, lost my cousin, cried like a baby
My ancestors been goin’ through it, back then in slavery
Now the time faster, I am the master
Could’ve been me back then, nigga woulda been like “Fuck your master”
My name Takeoff, I am NASA
Every move I make, is spectacular
Northside is my nation, and I’m an ambassador
I pray to the man above, palm to palm
Remember back in ’07, almost lost my mom
That woulda hurt my heart, prolly wouldn’t have no heart
Prolly would’ve been stopped right then, prolly wouldn’t been no start
Back to kickin’ them doors, back to juugin’ them cars
But I pray to God, cause he healed my mom

If you talkin’ ’bout that bread, then I want every crumb
Runnin’ to the money like I’m in a marathon
Foreign bitch, pop a zan like she pop a gun
Smokin’ on that kush, it smell just like an underarm
And the check say it wanna get married to my thumb
Goin’ through it like a nigga locked up with no bond

[Outro: Takeoff]
I’m goin’ through it
2000, lost my cousin RiRi, rest in peace
’07 lost my big bruh to the feds
Free Player Made
Just lost my grandmomma
Rest in peace Sally Smith, I love you
Done took so many losses, it’s only right that we win



About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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