Everyone has different phases in their lives. Different and in-imaginable experiences. It could be interaction with people, travel, work, learning, music, movies, blogs, internet, or even those days when you thought you were superman and ran around with a cape tied around your neck.
We've all done embarrassing and stupid things. So this is about a small phase i went through.
I am an Indian and have a very dark skin tone. I knew about the western culture quite well since i watched television a lot.. I saw and heard about America and the African - American people. I looked at them. Then i looked at myself. I noticed a weird similarity between the two. and i thought being dark colored was all one needed to be "African-American" or "black". So i started to think that i was black. Well if you ask me now it is different but at that point i actually believed i was. An Indian trying to speak like Tupac, wearing low waist jeans and long t-shirts, memorizing eminem's lyrics, well you get the picture. During that phase i used to write raps. I used to go onlne and "chat" battle with people. One day a guy from one of the chat rooms asked me where i was from. I told him that i was from India. He immediately started calling me a poser !!! I didn't understand. Instead of defending my self-created, illogical image. I asked him why he thought i was a poser. He then explained to me that i cannot be black or African-American if I'm an Indian. Well one would think that would be the end of my phase but it continued for a few more years.
It was a good experience. I had written a few good raps at that time and here is one of my favourites.
it is the feeling in your eyes
butterflies ... in the stomach
the pain in the brain
makes you insane
the sweat in your hand
makes you understand
that your not the man
you try to do what you can
but this is the end
you have no friend
you're all alone lil' boy
so go home lil' boy
you aint' got what it takes
to race to stay in pace
it is a bloody chase
it is the feeling in your feet
it is what makes your heart beat
it is the burning heat
that takes you outta your seat
you feel you're eating your brother's meat
and he's still alive
and you have to survive
no mercy will be done
the final phase of life has already begun
but once you look back you regret
you think of all the people you've met
you ask god one question
you ask what he has given
but never tell what you've done
if you've understood what i've said
you're life has once again begun
it's called hope...
peace out yall' ...
- Salman
We've all done embarrassing and stupid things. So this is about a small phase i went through.
I am an Indian and have a very dark skin tone. I knew about the western culture quite well since i watched television a lot.. I saw and heard about America and the African - American people. I looked at them. Then i looked at myself. I noticed a weird similarity between the two. and i thought being dark colored was all one needed to be "African-American" or "black". So i started to think that i was black. Well if you ask me now it is different but at that point i actually believed i was. An Indian trying to speak like Tupac, wearing low waist jeans and long t-shirts, memorizing eminem's lyrics, well you get the picture. During that phase i used to write raps. I used to go onlne and "chat" battle with people. One day a guy from one of the chat rooms asked me where i was from. I told him that i was from India. He immediately started calling me a poser !!! I didn't understand. Instead of defending my self-created, illogical image. I asked him why he thought i was a poser. He then explained to me that i cannot be black or African-American if I'm an Indian. Well one would think that would be the end of my phase but it continued for a few more years.
It was a good experience. I had written a few good raps at that time and here is one of my favourites.
it is the feeling in your eyes
butterflies ... in the stomach
the pain in the brain
makes you insane
the sweat in your hand
makes you understand
that your not the man
you try to do what you can
but this is the end
you have no friend
you're all alone lil' boy
so go home lil' boy
you aint' got what it takes
to race to stay in pace
it is a bloody chase
it is the feeling in your feet
it is what makes your heart beat
it is the burning heat
that takes you outta your seat
you feel you're eating your brother's meat
and he's still alive
and you have to survive
no mercy will be done
the final phase of life has already begun
but once you look back you regret
you think of all the people you've met
you ask god one question
you ask what he has given
but never tell what you've done
if you've understood what i've said
you're life has once again begun
it's called hope...
peace out yall' ...
- Salman
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