I had Jordan return the favour, earlier this month I wrote for his blog and the response I received was the inspiration for me to start MY own blog. I am forever grateful. For those of you who don’t know him, Stixx is a Toronto native who has done things most of us wouldn’t dare. Jordan is probably one of the most intelligent black men I have ever come across in my 21 years of living. Not only is he intelligent, he breaks the stereotypical mold of the the average black male in his age group. It’s an honour to have him write anything for me. This post also gives us a different look at the man you all know to be soft and kind hearted (sorry Stixx, you still real as fuck though).
Check his blog out at thestixxclusiveblog.com and make sure you look for my post about hip-hop.
What? I love shameless promotion.
LETS BE REAL
I don’t even know how to start this, but here I go anyways; right off the stop, straight freestyle, no mic, only keyboards, all day, every day, by myself, like a real nigga.
The word is heavily used; it’s a term that people like to describe as what is pure, authentic, the ‘real’ deal, and sometimes, that can be looked at in different ways from a variety of perspectives because everyone has their own definition of what is real to them. Not to be confused with the actual term of the word as in something that is able to be touched, seen, felt, and the biggest word – true.
The problem is that, there’s a lot of fake behind what is supposed to be ‘real.’ It’s ridiculous that people feel the need to prove that they’re not a fake person; that in itself is a sign of insecurity. If the definition of being real falls into the same as the word ‘true’ and you yourself are not being true to yourself, then wouldn’t you yourself be considered a fake, yet trying to prove to someone else of your authenticity and your ‘realness?’ Ask yourself that. Like, really ask yourself that, because there are A LOT of people who are scared to be themselves because they’ll scared that their peers will look down on them or judge them for not being the same sheep that they are. Can they really be your friends if you’re scared of their acceptance of you? What is that? That’s fake, no?
I’m just saying, you people need to do some soul searching.
We were all born to think different from one another, so why choose to have the same views, the same opinions, and the same tastes in everything that the general popular culture likes? To fit in? To not be an outcast? Well, from one who knows the role of being an outcast, I know there are people out there (and possibly even reading this, if they got this far) that are scared to find acceptance within themselves. Why? The only thing you’re repressing is your own road to cultivating your own self. You’re really telling me that you would rather sit and have the same views as someone else and be a ‘yes-man’ because it’s cool? Dismiss yourself to the nearest exit, and throw yourself headfirst down some stairs, get back up, and then repeat.
Let me talk to Black people for a second (although his may apply for other races, I want to specifically talk to these people). I’m black, I love being black, and every black person should love being black. With that being said, Black people need to STOP with this whole ‘I’m real’ this and ‘you ain’t real’ that. Some people look at it as a joke, but there are actually people who don’t feel as if they’re ‘real enough’ to their peers. *blank stare* you’re STUPID! Period. I guess Dave Chappelle’s When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong skits didn’t tell you anything. You still want to go to jail, to prove your toughness, you still want to shoot guns to show that you’re not a punk and you’re scary. Take away that gun, and show your realness. I guarantee a lot of you wouldn’t be as ‘intimidating’ as you appear to be, let’s be honest. Being a ‘real nigga’ or a ‘real bitch’ does what for you exactly? I’d love to know as to how that helps you in your life advancements.
Real niggas being.. real?
Seems like all I do is preach, and like many black people, you want to be entertained, but this is me being real. I’m not hiding behind a screen, I’m not going to all of a sudden take back words because you approach me in person, but the funniest thing is – this happens to a lot of people. Look at that girl who got dragged out of her house because she was being disrespectful to another girl’s friend (or so the story goes). People go on about “oh, what happens online isn’t necessarily real life.” Okay, so let me get something straight here:
Words are typed; that requires real fingers.
Real thoughts are processed in a real brain, which allows the words to be formed and thus expressed.
Real emotions happen when real people read real words and at times get REALLY hurt.
Real eyes realize real lies – it’s cliché, but it’s the truth, which just comes back to being real.
What I’m getting at here, is that the amount of people in the world screaming out “I’m real, I did this and this and this to get here. I’m real. I’m real.”
SHUT! UP! RIGHT! NOW!
Bill Gates went to university, dropped out, started a company, and makes billions. You sell some weed, sell some crack, you make a nice 60K in a ‘good’ year (no tires). Who’s really real in this situation?
Redefine what’s real to you, because a lot of you are just impersonators looking for yet another way to fit in with the rest of crowd, proclaiming what you want people to think you are, but you’re the furthest thing from that. Stop the madness, cut the bullshit, and grow up. You breathe real lungs like any other human being (or, I should say mammal), you eat, you shit, you sleep. The only difference is thought process, so exactly where all of this ‘being real’ shit came from? I have no idea, because last time I checked – we all were.
That’s My Word & It STiXX