So I heard this song the other day That objectified women in every way That doesnt narrow it down much But it was pretty depraved The feminists are probably still rolling in their graves It reduced people to parts, objects to be acquired Turned hearts and minds into mere things to be desired And as parts of my body were assessed and sized I thought,What a way to be dehumanized, These artists seem to be playing a game Of how many times they call us the wrong name Cuz Im not a dime, those come a dozen No Im really not interested in all your lovin Im not your shawty, hoe, or trick Your baby, lady, girl or chick I mean can someone explain to me How this counts as music? When you Chant, you pant about windows and walls Talk about a woman like shes a thing to be mauled Oh she got a big booty so you call her Big Booty, If she had a big brain would you call her at all? But it seems like Im the only one appalled That music can make me feel so small
You may think theyre just words That doesnt give them immunity Words start wars and break spirits Theyre still used with impunity Just imagine a young girl, smart , funny, well rounded Walks into a club and finds herself surrounded By men acting like theyve got something to collect Theyre just listening to the words That tell them shes just an object And her objections catch in her throat As she gets harassed unchecked Treated with disrespect Shes caught in the middle And the lady doth protest too little A few words have made her think shes brittle Do you see where Im going? Its not exactly a riddle
(Chorus) Im saying Can we turn up the volume, but turn down the noise Stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys With all the rude misogyny and bland homogeny Of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete Cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards The time is ours, We are ready to devour lyrics that make us feel empowered
Yeah I watched a video the other day Of my girl, Beyonce She was draped in feathers and furs and things Exaggerated makeup and big chunky rings She was dancing in the desert, hair whipping wild And I thought to myself What does this look like to a child? To see a woman belt about her power While thrusting her hips to and fro How will she know she can wear the pants in the house When her idol doesnt wear them in a video? I mean on so many levels it makes me go ballistic That weve consented to be portrayed as animalistic Cuz one hand youre exotic, youre fierce, do no wrong, On the other youre a female dog in every song I dont want to be serenaded by my individual parts Unless you can look past the flesh and talk about hearts I mean does anyone even know that Beyonces smart? Cuz If she was a boy, even just for a day She wouldnt have to crawl on all fours just to crawl up the charts Or shed those fine furs To grace a few album covers Does her husband have that problem? Apparently hes got 99 others
And it sounds dramatic; maybe my skin should be tougher But consider the history of women of color Not valued as wives, or sisters or mothers But used by men as unwilling lovers When you think of the slaves who were used like instruments You realize that society is progressing by mere increments Just imagine the bodies covered in raw welts And tell me its okay when black women are dressed in animal pelts All those women who paid with their bodies to survive 200 years later are portrayed as sex-crazed and deprived Please forgive me if I think music needs to be revived
(Chorus) I mean Can we turn up the volume, but turn down the noise Stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys With all the rude misogyny and bland homogeny Of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete Cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards The time is ours, We are ready to devour Lyrics that make us feel empowered
So I heard a song that caused me pain The words were bordering inhumane Cuz Im not accustomed to boys yelling at me Never had to face boys telling me to Smack that, shake that, beat that up These arent the ideas of love with which I grew up Maybe the whole concept is new to me But then he started whispering what hed do to me In a place where no one else could see Without even asking if Id agree And I really had to strain to hear The words came fast and disappeared They were drowned out by good music, Im not gonna lie Cuz good beats are the noise behind which singers hide As they beat a woman up inside Its easy to do once weve been demonized And the devils greatest aid is my greatest frustration Its the most common appellation To sweep the nation Rhymes with witch Ill leave it to your imagination And you may think theres no correlation
But when a man loves a woman who wont love him back What if his first instinct is to attack Hes got lyrics and blood pounding in his ears And a helpless women faces her worst fears Shes smacked, shaken, beaten, torn apart Against all odds his bites as bad as his bark He causes the kind of pain that leaves a mark And before he leaves he turns to say his parting word Its on the tip of his tongue, comes out unslurred Might have been left unsaid if it had been left unheard But its been programmed he doesnt twich As his mouth fills with venom and he spits out Bitch
What can she do, to ease her strife? Every song on the radio is the soundtrack to her life
So can we turn up the volume, but turn down the noise Stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys With all the rude misogyny and bland homogeny Of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete Cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards The time is ours, We are ready to devour Lyrics that make us feel empowered I know its a steep mountain to climb, It might take a while, but until that time I think Id rather just spit my own rhymes
Buzz, this is not rap with music in this case. It is a girl saying everything that is written above without any music whatsoever, no different this time than making a speech as you will see here with attached audio version.
Best video I've seen in a long time!
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Wow! Great monologue!
It seems to be worse, lately. I don't know why, but it does seem to be worse lately...
Buzz, this is not rap with music in this case. It is a girl saying everything that is written above without any music whatsoever, no different this time than making a speech as you will see here with attached audio version.
Dowser, I know why.
I'd say it's a combination of things, but foremost it's a lack of real men, fathers.
Excellent!