Reply #17: Did not look at all at the link did you? [View All]

[one-eyed fat man]

Here is another. Cal Professor John Ogbu knows why rich black kids are failing in school, do you?

http://books.google.com/books/about/Black_American_students_in_an_affluent_s.html?id=lKNB4asR5oIC

The professor and his research assistant moved to Shaker Heights for nine months in mid-1997. They reviewed data and test scores. The team observed 110 different classes, from kindergarten all the way through high school. They conducted exhaustive interviews with school personnel, black parents, and students. Their project yielded an unexpected conclusion: It wasn't socioeconomics, school funding, or racism, that accounted for the students' poor academic performance; it was their own attitudes, and those of their parents.

Ogbu concluded that the average black student in Shaker Heights put little effort into schoolwork and was part of a peer culture that looked down on academic success as "acting white." Although he noted that other factors also play a role, and doesn't deny that there may be anti-black sentiment in the district, he concluded that discrimination alone could not explain the gap.

"The black parents feel it is their role to move to Shaker Heights, pay the higher taxes so their kids could graduate from Shaker, and that's where their role stops," Ogbu says during an interview at his home in the Oakland hills. "They believe the school system should take care of the rest. They didn't supervise their children that much. They didn't make sure their children did their homework. That's not how other ethnic groups think."

It took the soft-spoken 63-year-old Nigerian immigrant several years to complete his book, Black American Students in an Affluent Suburb: A Study of Academic Disengagement., which he wrote with assistance from his research aide Astrid Davis. Before publication, he gave parents and school officials one year to respond to his research, but no parents ever did. Then Ogbu met with district officials and parents to discuss the book, which was finally published in January.

The gatherings were cordial, but it was clear that his conclusions made some people quite uncomfortable. African-American parents worried that Ogbu's work would further reinforce the stereotype that blacks are intellectually inadequate and lazy. School district officials, meanwhile, were concerned that it would look as if they were blaming black parents and students for their own academic failures.

Why has smoking declined in the past 40 years? Because in most circles it has gone out of fashion. That had more to do with it than graphic labels, dire warnings and 4 buck a pack taxes. Same with drunks and drunk driving. WC Fields, Foster Brooks, among others, made a living portraying lovable lushes, even that style of comedy has become as unacceptable as "Amos 'n' Andy."

As for the women, wife-beaters tend to breed wife-beaters and abused women beget daughters who view abuse as their lot in life. Again, to extent that art imitates life, "ho's 'n' bitches'spects to be whupped on by their nigga."

"2 Deep" by "Waka Flocka Flame"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Wooh Da Kid, YG Hootie, Ice Burgandy, Slim Dunkin, Lil Capp & Frenchie)

(Intro & Chorus:}
GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.
GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.

(Verse 1: YG Hootie)
Too my nigga in a... bitch nigga mad cause I'm fucking this woman
Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep
I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush it feel like byrum
Fuck out my way I stay poppin if he hatin ain't YG take my G so I...
Touch for... guns ring out like a harmony
One for two three for four... the best I think so, she think so, we so on
Beat your ass like I'm mike tyson that's my type can't lie that's my life.

(Verse 2: Papa Smurf)
Prime red flag I'm a figure role nigga, they don't know what it's...
Just like my croll nigga, fuck a job, did that shit over the stove nigga
Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga
Grind all day party all night, canary yellow diamonds, ferrari all white
They say that boy a killer to me he alright
That nigga ain't got it all Shit we just alike

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Slim Dunkin)
I ain't no vegetarian, bitch I like the beef
Put your lips on the curve make you bite the street cut yo fuckin ankles off
If like to see, put your ass on the mug like some nike cleats
Quit actin 'fore I put you in the trunk dummy
Better break fast 'fore I take yo lunch money
You had a good show them goons had to clap ya
I ain't want yo bitch she got an attitude

(Verse 4: Lil Capp)
See I came to the club on that bullshit
My partna outside with a full clip
... you don't wanna fight
'Cause after we beat yo azz yo gon lose yo life
So let that shit go pussy tuck that pride in
And when your niggas sleeping my nigga ridin
Grove st killers my nigga ridin
The choppa hangin on my shoulder like a violin

(Chorus)

(Verse 5: Gucci Mane)
Brick squad so deep is a privilege to speak
All my fans say what's up and my local meet & greets
Living reppard fuck it rugged cold name mothafuck it two bloods and a blunket '78 cutless
Monster, monsters Gucci mane's a monstar
DTG is the title of my young star
The man of the south you can call em hellron
1017 brick boys made some lepchrons

(Verse 6: Frenchie)
F.R. are you... cussin out by you
Free niggas in the back of a G ride
That's how we ride I'm a a threat on the east side
Like panth up with no peace sign bitch I'm bustin at em look how fast I reach mine
The only thing hanging is the pants on you
Knock you out u swear I had ciara's feet dancing on you
All my niggas trained to go strapped from straight from head to toe
Play a stunt man and I put shawty lo

(Chorus)

(Verse 7: Ice Burgandy)
Blood tell you where you from west side inglewood
Don't tell em your name ice burgandy is tha name
I be in the hood, I've been hanging out my pocket like I'm hit squad
My flag dark red like a brick wall
Inglewood avenue my party is like grove street, I'm young and respected like an og
I ain't scared to shit look up in my eyes I push kaliana like in 1995

(Verse 8: Wooh Da Kid)
First rule never ride if that nigga snitching
Dey gon find him in a lake while dem boys fishin
You're just a pono wooh da king play yo position
Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin'
W O O H D A
K I N G he super straight
Taliban hit squad bustin on a grove
Come and holla at the king I've king of souls

(Chorus)

Bill Cosby is right, people didn't protest, march, sacrifice, get beaten and for this.