“Yeah, I did it… You should know it… I ain’t sorry… You deserved it… After what you did to me, you deserved it… I ain’t sorry… No…”
-Jazmine Sullivan, “Bust Your Windows”, Fearless
Anger is a powerful emotion. Just ask someone with a fist-print in their wall. And the most passionate display of anger is through revenge.
Am I crazy? No. I’m just a young woman who appreciates the complexities of life. There is nothing that can drive a sane person absolutely off the deep-end like being hurt by someone, whether they are close to you or not.
My mother has this thing about dart-guns. One of those long reeds like natives carry to hunt. While in traffic, whenever someone cuts her off or otherwise pisses her off, she exclames, “I wish I had a dart gun,” then puts up her imaginary weapon to blow out the offender’s tires. Other times, when people jaywalk in the street, she imagines running them over, then pressing rewind, so that next time they’ll know to cross at the crosswalk and stay out of her way.
A little drastic? Nope. Don’t pretend you haven’t envisioned some violent act against another who has wronged you or plotted the demise of your arch-nemesis. We all do it. It’s human to feel anger. It is also human to want desperately to act on that anger. But, you shouldn’t. That’s when bad things happen.
Movies like Waiting To Exhale make setting cars on fire seem like a good thing to do when your marriage is over. But, what happens when the police show up? You go to jail. That’s what.
Jazmine Sullivan has given the world a new anthem to commit crimes to. Sure, I’d love to jump out of the car and fight the woman on the cell phone who just cut me off; I’d love to throw something at the man going 20 in a 65; I’d even like to report the cop who put on his siren, forcing me out of the way, just so he could go through the red light and cut the noise back off. But, I would also like to be able to tell my children that I have never been arrested. So, I think these thoughts to myself, or voice them aloud when in understanding company.
Truth be told, I don’t even like the song “Bust Your Windows”, but there is something about those last lines about just giving someone what they deserve that speaks to me.
“No, I didn’t call you back…”
“No, I’m not coming over in the middle of the night because you refuse to call the cops…”
“No, I’m not rearranging my schedule for you…”
“Ha! Why the hell would I lend you money?”
“No, I’m not giving you another chance. Four times was quite enough, don’t cha think?”
What if we could just bust those windows? What if we could get that car towed, then pull into our rightful parking space? What if we could tell our boss to kiss it with lipstick on to leave a lasting impression?
Why, then, my friends, the world would probably be covered in glass and the recession wouldn’t matter because we’d all be behind bars.
So, instead of perpetuating the stereotype of the crazy baby momma or the no good so-and-so, take your ass to the gym and work out. Hit a punching bag. Go to hip-hop class. Work that pent-up hostility off for your own good. Or sit back with a soothing cup of tea, inhale, exhale, and imagine throwing a brick through your neighbor’s window.
Busting a window and slashing tires: too damn expensive… Crashing into the fool who just cut you off: too damn expensive… Cussing out your boss when people are losing jobs: just plain ‘ole crazy… Damage-free revenge: priceless.
“But, it don’t compare to my broken heart… You could never feel how I felt that day… Until it happens, baby, you don’t know pain…”
-Jazmine Sullivan, “Bust Your Windows”, Fearless
***Lyrically Speaking-V
Written by: Ccep J. Dew, West Coast Editor
as published in eXcape the matriX magazine
www.eXcapethematriX.com
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Lyrically Speaking-V
“Yeah, I did it… You should know it… I ain’t sorry… You deserved it… After what you did to me, you deserved it… I ain’t sorry… No…”
-Jazmine Sullivan, “Bust Your Windows”, Fearless
Anger is a powerful emotion. Just ask someone with a fist-print in their wall. And the most passionate display of anger is through revenge.
Am I crazy? No. I’m just a young woman who appreciates the complexities of life. There is nothing that can drive a sane person absolutely off the deep-end like being hurt by someone, whether they are close to you or not.
My mother has this thing about dart-guns. One of those long reeds like natives carry to hunt. While in traffic, whenever someone cuts her off or otherwise pisses her off, she exclames, “I wish I had a dart gun,” then puts up her imaginary weapon to blow out the offender’s tires. Other times, when people jaywalk in the street, she imagines running them over, then pressing rewind, so that next time they’ll know to cross at the crosswalk and stay out of her way.
A little drastic? Nope. Don’t pretend you haven’t envisioned some violent act against another who has wronged you or plotted the demise of your arch-nemesis. We all do it. It’s human to feel anger. It is also human to want desperately to act on that anger. But, you shouldn’t. That’s when bad things happen.
Movies like Waiting To Exhale make setting cars on fire seem like a good thing to do when your marriage is over. But, what happens when the police show up? You go to jail. That’s what.
Jazmine Sullivan has given the world a new anthem to commit crimes to. Sure, I’d love to jump out of the car and fight the woman on the cell phone who just cut me off; I’d love to throw something at the man going 20 in a 65; I’d even like to report the cop who put on his siren, forcing me out of the way, just so he could go through the red light and cut the noise back off. But, I would also like to be able to tell my children that I have never been arrested. So, I think these thoughts to myself, or voice them aloud when in understanding company.
Truth be told, I don’t even like the song “Bust Your Windows”, but there is something about those last lines about just giving someone what they deserve that speaks to me.
“No, I didn’t call you back…”
“No, I’m not coming over in the middle of the night because you refuse to call the cops…”
“No, I’m not rearranging my schedule for you…”
“Ha! Why the hell would I lend you money?”
“No, I’m not giving you another chance. Four times was quite enough, don’t cha think?”
What if we could just bust those windows? What if we could get that car towed, then pull into our rightful parking space? What if we could tell our boss to kiss it with lipstick on to leave a lasting impression?
Why, then, my friends, the world would probably be covered in glass and the recession wouldn’t matter because we’d all be behind bars.
So, instead of perpetuating the stereotype of the crazy baby momma or the no good so-and-so, take your ass to the gym and work out. Hit a punching bag. Go to hip-hop class. Work that pent-up hostility off for your own good. Or sit back with a soothing cup of tea, inhale, exhale, and imagine throwing a brick through your neighbor’s window.
Busting a window and slashing tires: too damn expensive… Crashing into the fool who just cut you off: too damn expensive… Cussing out your boss when people are losing jobs: just plain ‘ole crazy… Damage-free revenge: priceless.
“But, it don’t compare to my broken heart… You could never feel how I felt that day… Until it happens, baby, you don’t know pain…”
-Jazmine Sullivan, “Bust Your Windows”, Fearless
***Lyrically Speaking-V
Written by: Ccep J. Dew, West Coast Editor
as published in eXcape the matriX magazine
www.eXcapethematriX.com
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