After making his video of The Great Migration, starting with his father leaving Mississippi (which TMR has posted before) it's a good thing he found the bill of sale for a great grandparent:
While Ann Althouse puts in a new floor, and her "second" husband runs around making a fool of himself, "nasty" Nas is showing the American way:
“Stanley Young is an unemployed construction worker and single father. Two weeks ago, a fire destroyed his home. His family is stuck in a hotel, but time is running out. I could barely watch his tragic story on the news... here's the clip: http://www.wjla.com/articles/2013/08/young-family-seeks-home-after-fire-92390.html -- they will be kicked out by August 13th if we don't do something to help now.
I am also a single father, and we don't get enough credit in this country. I'm committed to helping Stanley and his eight (yes 8!) kids. Moreover, I believe and hope that we should all, as a community, come together to help our fellow American men and women when they need us in desperate situations like this. See if you can't find a few dollars to help the Youngs get back on their feet with me. We need to raise enough to extend their stay, and maybe even afford a down payment on a new house or something.
This is real. It is me. I'm putting in $5,000 myself. Never done something like this, but I have faith that our American community can pull together a miracle for this strong family who needs our help right now. If we can get to the $20,000 goal, I'll put in another $5,000 too.
Thanks and God bless.”
Meanwhile, I've been posting conservative politics from bed so long, my elbow's rubbed raw:
When I was in Yurp, my friends would ask me what I thought of these guys an (of course) I'd say they're gay. The Euros were shocked because, over there, these poseurs are masculine. (In America, they belong in San Francisco's Castro District.)
I made a point of bringing this tune back to the States with me, just so my friends could see how lame things can get away from home. And why Americans shouldn't be listening to Yurp about things like war: We are not - nor do we want to be - anything like them.
Below is America's masculinity ("I'm my own master/My Pop told me be your own boss/Keep integrity at every cost.") Go on, sing along with My Man, Nas, and his "Pops" (lyrics follow) and give it up for American men for a change - it's about time they got some respect:
[Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
[Verse 1: Nas] Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey -- Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel 'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
[Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff 'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up 'Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child 'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man - The great-greatest man alive
[Verse 3: Nas] Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to [Olu Dara singing] I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique Madagascar, Paris, Greece The Middle Africa is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop
[Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray Charles!
