Monday, September 03, 2007

Orange Poetry Train

The Oranges are a group of towns in Northern New Jersey. West Orange is a nice suburban enclave, with quiet tree lined streets and rolling hills and yards. South Orange is the home of Seton Hall University. And then there is East Orange and Orange proper. Those 2 parts of the Oranges make Camden almost look bucolic. One great thing that came from the Oranges and not the cute Oranges is Naughty by Nature. So, enjoy my favorite Naughty by Nature song. A Tastykake to the person that can name the song this rap group was known for.

Oh and catch a ride on the rest of the Poetry Train to give a little culture to your Labor Day.

Ghetto Bastard by Naughty by Nature

Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me huh?!

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag
Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up
See many stick ups 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one

Chorus

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless
So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live
I live right around the corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of the street see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how
Why me huh


My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete
I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet
All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards
That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard

If you ain't never been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me, Why me


Plus, it should raise my NC-17 rating.

13 comments:

Lisa Andel said...

Um ... sorry, this one is not going on my iPod. Thanks for sharing it though. I think. :D

Amy Ruttan said...

Naughty By Nature. I haven't heard one of his songs in a long time. Ahhh the memories.

Anna J. Evans said...

I don't think I've ever heard a Naughty by Nature song. I am obviously living in a cultural void ;)

Anna J. Evans

Nancy said...

I took the time to listen to the lyrics. Which, I NEVER EVER do. I can't stand rap. But, I liked this.
I have found that rap, in general, speaks a truth that people don't want to see.

gautami tripathy said...

THat is very strong. It depends on how one reads it. Ghetto stuff has to be like this.

Thanks for sharing it.

gautami tripathy said...

THat is very strong. It depends on how one reads it. Ghetto stuff has to be like this.

Thanks for sharing it.

Jill said...

Since rap isn't my cup of tea...
But the story through the song is good.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I believe it went something like "I'm down with OPP. You down with OPP."

It's been a long time, though. And I've never been a rap fan. Not enough guitars.

Surprised to hear that from me?

rhet said...

The Oranges?

The House of Orange!
1646, New Amsterdam.

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

okay. so don't smack me Sparkle-duck but i found parts of this funny, ironic and seriously hypocritical. of course i can sometimes look at stuff insideout and upside down so don't mind me.

julia said...

Rap poets pull rhymes out of thin air and make social statements with them. And sometimes on the spot! Always impresses me.

Starrlight said...

Pac is the man for lyrics though

Hyperion said...

You like this more than OPP?

Sacrilege