Michael Moore 13 years late in Recruiting Critique

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Here's Ice Cube, circa 1991:

"The army is the only way out for young black teenagers.
We'll provide you housing. We'll provide you with education
we'll provide you with everything you need to provide a life.
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A."

"'cause we do more before 7 A.M.
than most niggers to their whole life time."

I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming.

Verse one:
I wanna kill him 'cause he tried to play me like a trick,
but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the A to the motherfucking K, and it's ready to rip,
Slapped in my banana clip.
And I'm looking,
is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
so it's sort of hard to find him.
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
'Cause the shit he did was uncalled for,
tried fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain't fly,
so now I'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
it makes the world say damn, I wanna kill Sam.

"momma, some man at the front door"
"uhm hi, I have reasons to believe that someone in this household
has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"

Verse two:
Here's why I wanna kill the punk,
'cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of the funk.
He came to my house, I let 'em bail in,
'cause he said he was down with the L.M.
He gave up a little dap,
then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said: "please don't kill my mother", so he raped her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
and I was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
full of niggaz who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
all day and we couldn't have shit to say.
Broke up the families forever,
until this day black folks can't stick together,
And it's odd, broke us down, made us pray to his God.
And when I think about it,
it make me say damn, I wanna kill Sam.

Verse three:
Now in '91, he wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope til my neck snapped,
now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
but God can see through a white cheek.
'Cause you the devil in drag,
you can burn your cross while I burn your flag.
Try to give me the HIV,
so I can stop making babies like me.
And you giving dope to my people chump,
just wait till we get over that hump.
'Cause your ass is grass 'cause I'm a blast,
can't bury rap, like you buried jazz.
'Cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
so bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
getting chased by The Lench Mob crew.
It's a man who deserves the buckle,
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfucking uncle.

[i like pizza]

1. what was the point of posting that

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3. What was the point of posting your reply?

I suspect the two posts have the same point, chief.

[not systems]

2. Sista Soulja was right when she said "George Bush is a Terrorist."

Way back in 1991.

She was talking about pappy and had him pegged.