I hope my Amish friends will forgive me for linkng this.
Actually, I have no Amish friends, but if I did, I would have to ask for their forgiveness.
(Something tells me, though, that Amish folk are probably less threatened by stuff like this than a lot of other...how do we put this...? Groups. How's that?)
My youngest offspring (much more informed than I about such things) immediately recognized this video as a take-off on the popular "Gangster's Paradise" video found elsewhere.
Looking at the lyrics I am struck by the serious, even sinister nature of the content.
There is an element of tragedy in rap music that undergirds a whole way of looking at the world. I am not cut from the right fabric to appreciate the form, but my instinct is that a deep and painful need for healing is exposed.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI take a look at my life and realise there's not much left...I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like >On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light...Death ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away >I'm living life do or die, what can I say >I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24 >The way things is going I don't know >Tell me why are we so blind to see >That the ones we hurt are you and me..
This is poetry. Tragedy in free verse. When I read the words it makes me want to offer words of hope and reassurance where there seems to be nothing but despair. As one of my black friends said, "They're all up in the Cool Aid and don't have no idea what flavor it is."
When you think about it, the Amish takeoff is a lot more healthy.