Je rerends ce fil pour répondre à gaby, je suis sans doute excessif lorsque je présente ces phénomèbes comme une success5on dans le temps. Le côté "fêtard" et "concient" ont été présent dèes les origines du Hip Hop. Ainsi, LL cool J a évolué durant ses premières années dans la crew d'Afrika Bambataa alors qu'il a toujours rélevé du côté le plus léger du rap. Mais je pense qu'il y a eu quand même une double dégénerescence. La côté fêtard s'est transformé dans une merde sans nom sexiste et arriviste tandis que le côté politiquea quasiment disparu.
Sinon, je pense que LCR fait référence à la tradition des chroniques urbaines dans le rap. Un morceau comme "The message" de Grandmaster flash (1982) & fait des émules et créé des vocations. D'ailleurs, je poste le morceau car il s'agit d'une belle description de la vie dans le ghetto
a écrit :Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
Sitting on princes seems to have lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My brother's doing bad stole my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last last jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seasaw
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
A child is born, wih no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling but he is frowning too
Cause only god knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the numberbook takers;
thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocketers, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of highschool
Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void
Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man hood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Sinon, je trouve qu même le côté fêtard était plus ... comment dire ... correcte dans les débuts. Beaucoup de ces musiciens étaient issus des quartiers pauvres de la côte Est et ont trouvé dans la rap et aussi dans les mouvements de libération noire une nouvelle manière d'affirmer leur dignité. Je crois que le sujet était vraiment ca, la dignité. Tandis qu'aujourd'hui, le seul moyen d'exister socialement passe par le fric. Bref, je péfére la fierté sociale des premiers disques rap que l'individualisme outrancier des nouveaux
Morceau de 1987, Grand master flash
a écrit :Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Album: Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang
Song: I Am Somebody
Typed by: [url=mailto:jhsantos@sol.com.br]jhsantos@sol.com.br[/url]
Hey people,we got a little something
That we wanna tell you all,so listen
Undestand,"Yo God made one no better than
The other,every girl becomes
A woman every boy a man"
While you're livin' in your mansion
Driving big cars,there's another
On the street cold sleepin'
On the ground
So when you walk by,"Yo,don't act
Cold-blooded,'cause it just ain't
Fair to kick a man when he's down"
'Cause,He is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am someone
Whether you're here or you're gone
Right or you're wrong,you were meant
To be somebody from the second you're born
Don't criticize and knock one another
It ain't really that hard to just be
A brother,so be good speak up
Don't wait for it to happen,life is
Passing you by and homeboy
You're cold knappin'
Don't get hung up on what you're not
Be proud of what you are and whatever
You got!
'Cause it's a cold cruel world causing
Kids to cry,if you're hangin'
Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage,rejoice
In the fact
Whether you're red,white,tan
Yellow,brown or black
'Cause,He is somebody
Like I am somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone
There are fireman,bankers,messengers,preachers
Brokers,policeman,executives,teachers,journalists
Janitors,architects,doctors,restaurant workers
Nurses,chief rockers
If you feel you're somebody
Be proud and show it!'Cause everybody's
Somebody,(Ugh) and ya know it
It doesn't matter if you're black,white or Chinese
Livin' in the States or reside overseas
'Cause you and I are special,same as everyone else
And if you don't believe me
You're only cheating yourself
'Cause we all got a purpose in life to achieve
(That's a fact)And here's another
That you better believe
That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone
You got wealth,good health and you're stuck
On yourself
Let me tell you that you're better than no body else
'Cause you got no self-esteem,so I'm richer
And when you leave this earth you can't
Take money witcha
So play your dumb game,call me out
My name,but there's nothing
You can do that could make me feel shame
We're all created equal we live and we
Die,so when you try to bring
Me down I keep my head up high
Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause
It's never what it seems
Now I know what I'm sayin' and I feel
I gotta scream
That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone
So be yourself, HUH!!!