A little backstory to this clip before you watch it:
Will Smith’s father abandoned him and his mother when he was a child, and when Will was finally getting into show business and making a name for himself, he tried to sneak his way back into his life like nothing happened. Will co-wrote this episode, and James Avery (Uncle Phil) said “this scene was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to shoot in my life. Every emotion, every word.. that was Will”
Will was actually supposed to play it off and then walk away, and there was originally an alternate scene that was supposed to happen, but he actually completely cut out what was supposed to be said, and did all of his own dialogue. The hug at the end of this scene is completely genuine, and this was a stepping stone in Will’s career where he started to take on the “do what feels, sounds, and looks right” approach to his acting.
forever reblog
This is the moment that made him a star.
A short film showing the hypocrisy of the leading US politicians… Found this to be appropriate in light of the latest news in #OWS. It should have included clips of what happened in Oakland to be even more effective.
Kai Davis is a 17 year old senior in a HS in Philly. Beyond her beautiful locks and impressive articulation, she spits some real shit.
I have always said this…..and I’ve lived it. This society equates intelligence with whiteness. Fuck I look like. Read a book. I’ve got some suggestions.
“Since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman, and our game from a woman. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, ‘cause if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can’t make one he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one.” - Tupac Shakur
Paradise Manifest
You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn’t returned
I found out the man I’d die for, he wasn’t even concerned
And time it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn’t let me learn
From, umm, some dumb woman was I
And everytime he’d lie, he would cry and inside I’d die
My heart must have died a thousand deaths, compared myself to Toni Braxton
Thought I’d never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief they can’t arrest
Pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worth less
When my people’s would protest
I told them my shit was complex, more than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn’t feel it like when I was caressed
I’d spend nights clutchin’ my breast overwhelmed by God’s test
I was God’ best, contemplatin’ death by the gilette
But no man is ever worth the paradise manifest
—-Manifest/Outro - Lauryn Hill
Romantic love is always inconveniently self announcing,
despite of its unwilling participants.
Wounded healers,
unavailable men in need of constant conmpanionship.
Women whose haunted havens are unsafe.Love shit.
You can adore someone from a distance,
and with little action,
but loving…
Hip-Hop and I
So last night I went to a RUNCMJ event around Columbus Circle. The venue was great. Headliner was Dom Kennedy. It wasn’t crowded because of the rain and the event was free! What more could a hip-hop head ask for? There was a mix of talented heads and some fools talkin’ about “hot wings….BITCH I’M ON FIYAH”. Drinks were reasonably priced, I got a giveaway pair of Rocksmith glasses and t-shirt.
I am not writing about this awesome night to make anyone jealous (although most of you probably don’t even listen to Dom) … or to share how great it was. It was great…because I made the best of it. But there’s some shit on my chest that I just have to put out there. Maybe it will reach the right ears….maybe someone will stumble or tumble upon this entry and feel me.
Try being a woman walking into a dominantly male hip-hop show and having a figure and a decent face (I like to think I have a nice smile….not that that’s where eyes were at last night). I changed my motherfuckin outfit before I left for the event….thinkin’ “Nah I know I shouldn’t wear jeggings and this blouse because I know I’m already gonna get attention” …. and that is the last time I will ever change what I want to wear to try and avoid attention.
My friends joke, wear sweatpants…or a trash bag. It doesn’t matter! A disrespectful dude is gonna be disrespectful no matter what you do or wear. A pair of denims and a non-fitted tee shirt. That’s what I wore last night. That’s what I wore, and I got hated on by other females (even one that was supposed to be a friend) for superficial attention that I didn’t want or ask for in the first place. Really!?!?! Really!?!?! I’m just a hip-hop lover. I want to watch these cats perform, just like the rest of you. Can I live?
Or should I reconsider the type of music I listen to, the culture I love? Do I really have to choose between wanting respect and being a hip-hop fan? Is that what it’s come down to?
Well, I refuse to…. but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get under my skin. So, YES, I saw you eyeing me down while you were standing right next to your girl. And YES, I felt your attitude change when you thought I was getting more attention than you and you felt invisible. Guess what? Sometimes, I want to be invisible….and I never am. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.
Listen to Common when he said …”but being meat every day is devourin’”.
That is all.
Dommmmm Kennnedddyyy
Last night was a dope show…And he performed every single song I shouted out. I got put on to some new artists too… I might just quit grad school to start MCing hip-hop shows…..not really though. But I could do it if I wanted.
