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Nas' new song, Daughters, speaks on his shortcomings as a father, things his daughter has done he wish he could have prevented and he blames himself for it all. It's a great insight, it's talented and we all can tell it came from the heart (the best form of any art).
But his daughter's mother, Carmen Bryan, does not agree with the song. Carmen went to Twitter to blast Nas on what it seems he had already blasted himself about.
*sigh* I am going to post the lyrics below, where Nas expressed his feelings of how he is BASICALLY taking the blame for 17 year old Destiny Jones' actions. I just wish for him, like many young fathers, they would have learned this earlier and not too late. (Mind you, the 17 year old instagramed a box of condoms by her bedside and named her first car Cocaine...but Mommy is to the rescue)...See this one incident of Carmen is reminding me of those mothers who forget it takes "a village to raise a child" and even if their child does wrong, NO ONE better not say a word. Remember those kids whose parents would come defend them at school, even fight a teacher, over their child's bad behavior...okay but I digress. SN: Any mother would protect their child of course, but I have a sense this is protection + bad blood + some other things...eh. But it could be just me. There's always 3 sides to a story and in this case four; but at least he is admitting to his shortcomings.
Carmen says Nas did not say anything positive about Destiny but he did.
He called her "a honest kid," stated he wouldn't believe she'd do anything inappropriate (i.e. "herself underdressed") and blamed her actions on himself for not being there and his character and actions throughout the years. Therefore he states, "I can't leave her defenseless"; as in saying, listen, this is my fault, not hers. Carmen then talks about "Destiny's feelings and she's a child." I can understand that. But if she's a child, was she disciplined? The pictures she posted weren't those a "child" should post. Also, I remember being a teenager. Some things I would not dare let my parents see...why? Not just because I was scared but I respected them. I want to ask Carmen, how do you feel? I wouldn't dare post something where my mother could be ridiculed nor would I disrespect her, especially in public. And my mother always said, "If you're grown enough to do it, you're grown enough to take the consequences."
Check out the lyrics and song below so you can listen and decide for yourself. Honestly, I am glad someone is speaking on the subject...rap needs to get back to these real topics. Was it as horrible as she made it to be?
[Intro]
Check it out... I call it
Yeah
Yeah
I call it
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase
Never tried to hide who I was,
she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad,
I'll love him
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it
[Hook]
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call it
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid"
She's on Twitter,
I know she ain't gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind,
she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast, one day she's ya little princess
Next day she talking boy business, what is this
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryna mess ya thing up
But I just wanna
see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
Well, it seems as if the very talented Brian McKnight is trying to think out of the box to entertain his fans and maybe grab a little more along the way. Below is a video of Mr. McKnight explaining he is interested in doing an "adult" mixtape. About a minute into the video, it gave the vibe of a parody, but after thinking...some people maybe pleased with this new venture of Brian's. Then again, I can see why some made a fuss. Most people don't like change and I'm sure many have Brian McKnight in a box of "the suave, sultry voice gentlemen." Well, maybe the gentlemen wants to show a different side. Tell us what you think. Watch & enjoy!
Enjoy a great by a great! Happy National Poetry Month! I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –
I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –
I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –
I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm –
Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love –
The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes –
There's Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call "Despair" –
There's Banishment from native Eyes –
In sight of Native Air –
And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary –
To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they're mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –