Monday, September 30, 2013

Rick Ross "I Wonder Why" featuring Rachel Jeantel's testimony

Rick Ross has released a tribute song to Trayvon Martin, the 17 year old Miami Gardens youth who was shot by George Zimmerman in self-defense on February 26, 2012.  But before we get to the song, let's take a look at some of Rick's other words and lyrics.  I'll start with a quote where Rick expresses his feelings about the Zimmerman verdict:

“I’m still angry.  I’m upset and really, really enraged. I’ve just been trying to keep from putting too much negative energy out there. So, you know, we’re just doing our thing behind our closed doors. But most definitely, that’s a big problem and something has to happen and it will.”[link]

Then there's Rick advocating date rape:

“U.O.E.N.O.” (you ain’t even know it)”
Rick Ross (nice man boobs)
“Put molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it / I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it.”
In other lyrics Rick believes his sperm holds magical powers and that dead babies of side "ho's" don't matter:
"She came to party like it's 1999
If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes" and "She had a miscarriage, I couldn't cry, though
Cause you and I know she was only my side ho"[link]
Miami Gardens native Rick "Rozay" Ross took his name, "Freeway Rick Ross", from a drug king pin.  Rick advocates date rape, dealing drugs, dying young, and violence.  I guess it is only fitting he would do a tribute song for Trayvon Martin.  I Wonder Why features Rachel Jeantel's (witness #8), testimony during the George Zimmerman trial.

I Wonder Why - Rick Ross
The day you decide to get you some money
Nigga fuck your friends
Ain't no friends we ain't even on that
All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you

You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time

Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star
Watching from my point you thought it was a fucking film
One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims
Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim
They know him as the myth but see I know it's him
Never testify, I seen it in his eye
Attempted murder on his life in that 360i
With my two eyes
Two different pistols
One with registered and one to get your issue
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized

Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground

Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise
I could see a hustler in my son's eyes
I never knew that money bring so many enemies
Dreams come true, they dream of killing me
But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list

[Outro: Rachel Jeantel]
(Okay, they're having trouble hearing you, so take your time)
Creepy-ass cracka
And then he said [bleep]
(And he's still following him?)
Then there's this..

Rick Ross being a role model for his kiddos
A few lyrics from the album pictured that Rick's kids are helping daddy promote:
Niggaz bitch n complain bitch while im rich off cocaine.
I got your favourite rapper bitch suckin dick in my range.
I've been in on them thangs. Lil ignorant lames, makin claims, full blown ?? change.
Who runnin this shit, who trilla than boss.
Now she suckin my dick, so she lickin balls.
You know my cribs huge, i got three maids, i got a big pool my shit ?? [link]

This is playing on the iPod while the kids are walking home from the store with their watermelon juice, blunt, and skittles.