*Shmoney dances while looking at my phone*...I've wanted to blog about my guy, Bobby Shmurda for quite some time. Next to Barack Obama, Bobby Shmurda is probably the most polarizing figure in urban America today. His song "Hot N*gga" along with the "Shmoney Dance" are undeniable. Granted, the dance is not original (look up any 90s Bad Boy video with Diddy you'll find proof) but dammit if it ain't cool! The other day, I was watching ESPN and they made a Bobby Shmurda reference. He is everywhere and he is exactly what his song says, the Hot N*gga, much to the chagrin of many people of color.
For weeks I've been hearing about how Bobby Shmurda has set Black people back with the success of his song because of the content of his lyrics. For those who have been under a rock, Bobby's lyrics are laced with tales of murder, drug dealing and growing up in streets. I'm not going to give details, but it's honestly the most ignorant set of lyrics you may ever hear on a record. But while in the midst of his rap, you're hamstrung by the beat and drawn by the dance. A few minutes pass and you're left wondering how could you have enjoyed such a song. Some of my circle of friends as well as fellow bloggers have expressed a level of uneasiness when listening to his song. A friend of mine said that he uncomfortable with Bobby Shmurda performing on Jimmy Fallon. To paraphrase, he was disturbed by the stereotypical image he portrayed and shouldn't be glorified on TV to a largely white audience.
I for one have no shame in saying that I like the record. His flow is far from the greatest, but he has awesome energy. The content.. well...no damn that, the content is real. A savage kid taking enjoyment in his savagery. From a macro perspective, Blacks (African American, Caribbean American etc) rose from the ashes of slavery and the Jim Crow to achieve the highest level of academic and economic affluence in their history. We have a president who happens to be black. One would like to say that as a whole, we should be proud. I guess, but being proud seems to come with a level of prestige, a need to see yourself a better light. That can create the need to distance yourself from the unsightly parts of the world from which you came. Kinda like the guy you gets rich, comes back to old neighborhood decides to circle the block a few times before parking. Or the guy that decides not to eat the food around way anymore because it isn't good enough.
Bobby Shmurda, is that uncle you don't invite for Christmas dinner because he gets wasted and passes out on your couch. He's family, but you rather not have him around. My point is yes, Hot N*gga is uncomfortable to listen to. Line for line it one of the saddest songs I have ever heard. The song is sad because Bobby is 20 years old and has lived a life no one should. There are folks that said that he could've rapped about something else other than violence and drugs. My reply to that is, what would you rap about if you grew up on 95th & Clarkson Avenue, having to sell crack as a 5th grader because your poor and your dad was locked up? Forgive him for not being the next Aristotle under those circumstances. Jay-Z rapped about it his entire first album, the only difference is that he did it better. Now Hoc has cleaned up since. I'm sorry if Bobby Shmurda isn't clean enough to represent Black America. Being systemically poor isn't an excuse for being ignorant or violent, but being systemically poor with a lack of proper education, leadership and values could be. In my opinion, that is what we lack overall. Anyone that makes it out of a poverty stricken community is an outlier, strictly on the basis of how many get left behind.
The hard truth is that Bobby is part of Black America, the gritty part. He is the part that people in high positions love to exploit and vulture, the part that more refined black folk have a difficult time acknowledging. It's the scar that reminds us that we have not overcome. There is a large segment of the black population that have not made it out of the savage land. While the media parades around The President, Bey and Oprah, with ninjas paying 25k a plate for campaign fundraising, the goons are killing each other in the street everyday. There are those that do a ton for their community, way more than I have, and to those people I'm eternally grateful. But there are those who fancy themselves elite, above the negativity, to the point where they feel it's not their problem. Meanwhile they have no qualm telling you what's wrong with society and how guys like Mr. Shmurda (say that aloud) contribute to its devolution. Bobby Shmurda needed that Hot N*gga song, it saved his life, it also saved the lives of his friends. He's a product of a broken system, a system that was broken before he was born. Without that song he'd be right in Brownsville, doing exactly what he said in the song. And you know who wouldn't care? You.
So for those who are quick to chastise and dismiss his impact on entertainment, think about where he came from and what he could have been doing. Is he ignorant? Yes. Is he raw, yes. Is he a negative stereotype? No doubt. But he's also one of us and there are people out there that see him no different from you and you could be wearing a suit. You can ignore, you can cringe a little every time it plays on the radio but I'll root for him. Because this experience is better than any life he had before. Hopefully it can broaden his horizon and maybe he'll learn how to be a better man, when he actually becomes one. He damn sure wouldn't have learned it on 95th & Clarkson. And maybe, he might be that spark that gets people off their high horse and look into what's coming out of our community. I was really trying to fit a line in with "Mitch caught a body bout a week ago" but I couldn't. Smh...*tosses fitted*
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