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Hey guys, Let's start a new discussion.
Let's recommend Movies, and shows for others to watch.
Give them a reason as to why they should, why you like it
I'll go first. Starting with a Series, on Netflix I found a while back.
The Get Down (A NETFLIX ORIGINAL)
So, The Get Down is a series based off of the timeframe in between the Late 70s, and early 80s in the Bronx of New York.
When Rap wasn't too Popular. But it was a big thing. Back then, You weren't considered a rapper. You were considered a Wordsmith, Getting your poem out.
Zeke, the main character is the reason I got addicted to this show. All because of a poem he said in the show. And I just. Idk. Here's the poem.
Has racial slurs, keep in mind. But it's not to be taken in a racial way. Just remember this IS based in the 70s.
Boom. Then crash. The shattering of glass. Dive to the floor. Busting my ass. What the hell was that? It was all that I said. I could see the pool of blood. I seen my moms was dead. No emotion in the commotion. I wasn’t even sad. Not even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad. Vietnam made pops crazy. He was already half-dead. So why couldn’t that have been him that got shot in the head? All the news that’s fit to print. Mama’s death went unreported. Not a whiff of word. They don’t care about us niggas is how my pops explained it. But I didn’t know I was a nigga until my dad proclaimed it. Six months later my pops was dead, too. Drug-related shots fired, his skin turned cold blue. On the news that night the president’s wife got a new hairdo. Newsguy said, "I don’t like it, how about you?" No word about my pops in the post or on CBS. Why was that, you ask? Take a fucking guess. And yeah, why is that? Is what politicians should be asking. But who’s got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen. Broads get gunshots to the head and all y’all getting swerving lessons up in Aspen. My mama was so lovely she would’ve made your head spin. Level the playing field and y’all would see who would really win. And yeah I got anger. But I don’t let it take me down. Because my mama taught me better and she holds me up when I fall down. Rest in peace, moms. Don’t worry about your son. Someday I’ll make you proud because, yeah, I am the one.
Let's recommend Movies, and shows for others to watch.
Give them a reason as to why they should, why you like it
I'll go first. Starting with a Series, on Netflix I found a while back.
The Get Down (A NETFLIX ORIGINAL)
So, The Get Down is a series based off of the timeframe in between the Late 70s, and early 80s in the Bronx of New York.
When Rap wasn't too Popular. But it was a big thing. Back then, You weren't considered a rapper. You were considered a Wordsmith, Getting your poem out.
Zeke, the main character is the reason I got addicted to this show. All because of a poem he said in the show. And I just. Idk. Here's the poem.
Has racial slurs, keep in mind. But it's not to be taken in a racial way. Just remember this IS based in the 70s.
Spoiler: I am The One.
Boom. Then crash. The shattering of glass. Dive to the floor. Busting my ass. What the hell was that? It was all that I said. I could see the pool of blood. I seen my moms was dead. No emotion in the commotion. I wasn’t even sad. Not even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad. Vietnam made pops crazy. He was already half-dead. So why couldn’t that have been him that got shot in the head? All the news that’s fit to print. Mama’s death went unreported. Not a whiff of word. They don’t care about us niggas is how my pops explained it. But I didn’t know I was a nigga until my dad proclaimed it. Six months later my pops was dead, too. Drug-related shots fired, his skin turned cold blue. On the news that night the president’s wife got a new hairdo. Newsguy said, "I don’t like it, how about you?" No word about my pops in the post or on CBS. Why was that, you ask? Take a fucking guess. And yeah, why is that? Is what politicians should be asking. But who’s got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen. Broads get gunshots to the head and all y’all getting swerving lessons up in Aspen. My mama was so lovely she would’ve made your head spin. Level the playing field and y’all would see who would really win. And yeah I got anger. But I don’t let it take me down. Because my mama taught me better and she holds me up when I fall down. Rest in peace, moms. Don’t worry about your son. Someday I’ll make you proud because, yeah, I am the one.
