Thursday, June 30, 2005

Time

Bill Cosby was on nightline last night expressing his views about the black community or should I say talking about what's wrong with poor black people. In a way he's right we have all met people who are like the ones he describe in his tirades .But his reason for and answers to the problem are to simplistic. There is no easy answers for complicated problems.The reason young black girls get pregnant are the same reason young white girls get pregnant its just that the abortion rate for whites girls are higher than that for black girls.And not all black boys drop out because they think being ignorant is cool some are just pushed out black boys are suspended from school for the things that white boys get a note to carrie home to mama for.Still there are people in the hood who are just like the ones bill describe and yes there are people who migrate to this country and get on the fast track to success.those people work together to help each other in a way we don't see Jose will let Juan stay with him until he find a job and will even help him find a job Kim will lend Jung money to open a business and patel will let patel work in his store until he makes enough money to open his own store. the most I will get is whose your pastor or what church you go to.yes there's some work to done in the hood but first we have to learn to like and care for each other. And as for gangster rap he's right its time to bury that sh--t.
PINK FLOYD - Time Lyrics

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's
sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines hanging on in quite desparation is the english way the song is over the time is gone thought i had something more to say