My name ain’t Obama, but it could’ve been….
They call me Shyne M.F. Po but it could’ve been Barrack Hussein
Obama. Truth is, the certitude, the drive, the lion heart and leather skin, the intellectual superiority it takes to overthrow the Anglo-Saxon, right-wing hawks who live to suck the blood of the poor and middle class can only be the product of the slums that birth the hip-hop culture that rules the globe.
Russell Simmons been the global president…with help from guys like Jimmy Lovine, Easy E, Dr Dre and Ice Cube been overthrowing the Glenn Becks and Rush goofballs! Public Enemy, Run DMC, Jay-Z and B.I.G. been defying the odds, shattering glass ceilings, and transcending prejudices to unify the masses – dark, brown or pale.
Like myself, Hussein Obama exists, in large part thanks to fathers like Kool Herc and Bambaataa along with the Martins, Malcolms and Mandelas, the Charles Ogletrees, Louis Gates, Sharptons, Rich Greens and Abe Lincolns.
f I wasn’t busy ducking bullets, I could’ve applied myself and made it to Harvard Law or John Jay law. Professors Dershowitz and Beth Dreisinger beat me up about it all the time. Obama may have had the door cracked an inch wider but single mother, no money, it’s all the same.
Nothing inspired me more – when I was upstate as a prisoner of war with prison guards, whose only encounter with the dark race was in a prison cell -than to watch the president realize the dream of Martin, Malcolm & Russell…