Podcast: Play in new window
My life is anything but a well executed, thought out, lyric. I consider my life raw and often times messy. Chronic illness has found a way to complicate, yet simplify my life. Every Friday I partake in Vestibular Rehabilitation Therapy (VRT). The therapy has a tendency to kill me softly. On the day of VRT, my physical therapist asks that I not partake in any visual stimulus, so I often find myself, lying in bed, listening to podcasts and audiobooks.
During VRT, we work on posture, coordination, vision, and core strengthening, therefore, Saturday I wake up feeling as if a truck hit me. Come Sunday, I began show traces of my familiar disequilibrium self. I don’t get out very often, so by the time sunday rolls around I am stir-crazy. I have found that long durations behind four walls can be madding; therefore, positive distraction is critical.
Babe and I were clicking through the channels and landed on VH1’s show, T.I. & Tiny. Tip’s son, Domani, was given a chance to write a song and perform it within two days. My mind began racing. Throughout the years, I have hinted at babe that I can write rhymes. I have gotten some interesting glances throughout the years. So, this Sunday, during the show, I asked babe to participate in the creation of an off-the-cuff hip hop rhyme. It’s important to note, I am low budget, and don’t have any equipment, so the sound quality is not important. This was a sporadic attempt at positively distracting myself.
Do I think I can rap or freestyle? No.
Do I think I will have a career in music? No.
Do I think I am little crazy sharing my personal antics on my blog? Yes
Did I secretly want to be Queen Latifah and MC Lyte growing up? Yes.
Kicking off the challenge: I embarked on what I am calling, Creative Sunday.
Challenge: Given a random theme, locate a beat, write lyrics, record the song, play babe the track. Here, is the 5 step breakdown.
Babe provides me the theme. “Do the right thing”.
I look for a beat. Where the heck do I find beats? I ended up on YouTube. Took me about 20 minuets to locate an instrumental.
*First break came after locating the beat.
I start writing the rhyme. It took about 30 minutes including breaks.
*Forced to take about 2 breaks during this process.
Record the track. This was a fun process. I didn’t have a great sense of what I was doing, but it didn’t stop me. It’s important to note, I had a grin on my face the entire time.
* Several long breaks were taken during this process. (Being forced to take breaks while in fun moments can lead to frustration. I am learning to anticipate breaks in any venture I partake in which now minimizes the frustration. I am now starting to see breaks as part of the process.)
Play track the babe.
I was so nervous to play babe the track! Why was I so nervous? The track was never going to be heard by anyone, so who cares. This was just supposed to be a fun distraction. I guess everyone fears rejection on some level. As I was playing babe the track, various reactions formed on his face. Guess he didn’t know what to expect. He reacted like a proud parent, and it was just the reaction I needed. He was very supportive and suggested I share it on the blog. I figured, what the heck. The purpose of creative sundays is to show the importance of having fun regardless of limitations and participating in random moments that bring unexpected joy!
Happy Listening. And cheers to creative Sundays!
Download: Do The Right Thing 2.0
Instrumental credit: M-Phazes – All 4 Hip Hop ( Instrumental )
Copyright Disclaimer: I am considering this venture an educational process. I learned a ton. There will be no sale or distribution. I am just a chronically disabled gal keeping positively distracted.
Lyrics: Do the right thing
This rhyme was birthed from a random moment. Shout out to babe
Tonight, slither up to the mic, rattle snake
Believe in the promise of a sealed hand shake
Let me take you back, to that dark cold place
Morality swallowed up between time and space
No time to contemplate or call on home grow faith
The spirit of the moment shook you like a earthquake
Time to be alone, this moment not home grown
Flashlights in the car, your mind about to be blown
Handcuffed, spread out on car, your locked down
Silence deafening when it’s the only sound.
It’s never easy to simply do the right thing
Remember what happened to radio raheem
In a choke hold facing 5-10
Leaving another generation of fatherless men
Seems senseless a life without a beginning or end.
Its never easy
it’s never easy
it’s never easy
Switch back to the second you change your fate
Filled with rage and anger you could hardly see straight
It took years to build up this ignorant rage
Living life through the bars of a rattled cage
Jury assembled of 12 angry white men
Save money on this trail we know where it’s headin
Cinematic drama played out in black in white
American justice don’t go out without a fight
You jump up, they scream, it’s a prosecutors dream
Max sentence handed down to the legal defense team
Walked out the courtroom your family cries
Choices and consequences laid to your demise
Sitting in a cell means time to mend
Future generations will be lead to stronger men
Time will be served left rattled and unnerved
Courage rebuilds when you hit that right nerve
Its never easy
Its never easy
It’s never easy
Listen carefully as I will leave you with this
There is a thin line between sorrow and bliss
Next time you think of loosing the moral code
Think back on what you’ve already been told
Patience is virtue leading to the promise land
Shortcuts deter you from that master plan
You are birthed from the father of everything
Your purpose will be revealed when you do the right thing!