Stain the Name - by Martin Braithwaite

Stain the Name

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I have always loved writing poetry, and for the most part, been fairly good at it. However, I feel that poetry that is written and hidden is of no use to anyone. So I endeavored to write poetry and put it to music that perchance the world may have an insight into my thoughts, motives, and actions. Each line in this rap has significance, and I've explained as much as I can conscientiously justify. Search for the rest--you won't be disappointed.

Some people objected to ‘stain the name’

So let me take off again in the same vein

Yes, some people didn't take to kindly to the 'stain the name' reference in the rap 'don't call me,' so I did what any person in my position would do: upped the ante and brought it back stronger.

I miss Brian but he’s busy a working,

12 hr days HRS’s a lurking

Brian is the only brother that is not in Canada. Chillin' in Florida, he's busy working on a handful of projects and ventures. (HRS is a US government agency that monitors child welfare)

Pushes a phat Lex, say goodbye ‘G -2 –zero’

It’s all about dinero, the mighty dollar’s a hero

Yes the Infinity G20 was replaced with a Lexus in the path of dinero (Spanish for bling bling).

Hold on school for da’ golden rule,

Pyrite is power…ain’t spiritual fool!

The Golden Rule, synonymous with the spiritual law of selflessness, is used in its plainer meaning and Pyrite (fool's gold) help's clarify this further. I'm talking about materialism.

Cubic zirconium for an all new millennium,

Chasing cash like it lines the whole way to heaven.

Male gold diggers are rare, don’t stare,

Over there under daddy’s glare

Cut off, I don’t care

What hurts me is conformity’s square

Who hasn't been encouraged to stay in line with talk of estrangement? I tend to resist threats and stay true to my 'round' nature in the 'square' rules of life.

Being original is what gives me the power,

Control of my destiny, each day & every hour

Wanna get revenge ‘cause your name bit the dust,

Better use a knife ‘cause your mind ain’t sharp enough.

Some people objected to stain the name,

So I’m doing it again in the same vein,

I expect the reactions to be about the same,

So I’ll take out lyrics that are tame or lame.

Since I can better anticipate the reactions of folks now that my first track hit the streets, I'm coming back with a fiercer album with the tame or mollifying lyrics removed. This is round II.

My brothers got more hair than I do

That’s in every place I remind you.

Sadly, there is no double meaning here. What can I say, I'm not hirsute.

I like Gordon the best,

Cause he’s fun to mess with

Can’t forget my mom soon, wake at noon

Oatmeal’ ready, read news and cartoons

But she imposes more rules than the GOV

On herself and others, OCD

My mom is very confident and not afraid to lend her opinion officiously. Her main approach in dealing with life's curveballs is security and conservativeness. Hence, only 2 people on the trampoline at a time, chew slowly, etc. While this has probably saved our lives on countless occasions, we are not old enough yet to fully appreciate her maternalism, and jokingly refer to it as OCD: obsessive compulsive disorder. We still love her.

Shape your fro Justin, yo’ it needs help...

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Some people objected to stain the name,

So I’m doing it again in the same vein,

I expect the reactions to be about the same,

So I’ll take out lyrics that are tame or lame.

It’s like the people here, way over-appreciate,

I ain’t that great, unlike Lester – I’m always late

No apple polishing, brown nose shenanigans,

The more I’m handling, the more they’re pandering

My personality type doesn't need continuous compliments, and always abhors fulsome praise (cliché, I know). Anyway, here in Ottawa I feel that the amount of good things people have said to me far outstrip what I've actually done, making me feel uneasy. My only solution was to do more and savagely deny credit even for things I did do.

I had the misfortune, of graduating so soon

At 21 I’m still unclear, billion choices appear

Goofing off takes my mind off – the pressure

The time I spend on the real ain’t hard to measure

If I told you how much time this 'independent consultant' spends sleeping, surfing the net, or watching CSI you wouldn't believe me...so I won't.

My quest for simplicity has led to convolution,

These next six lines are probably the best 42 words I have ever written. Although the rhymes in the lines may appear somewhat forced, in actuality every word, nay every syllable, carries the weight of the rest of this rap combined. "My quest for simplicity..." line refers to my search to uncover the secret of the universe and shove it into a mathematical equation. However, the search which was supposed to culminate in a single point of clarity, has instead taken me on far off journeys into unimaginable realms of deeper and more intricate understanding.

Every revolution spins round the solution,

Symbolizing frustration, it seems that I am circling the solution, spinning my tires as the answer smiles wryly at my struggles.

As I dismiss my physical constitution,

For some reason overcoming my physical needs and cravings has been a protracted and life-long quest--an attempt at becoming independent of matter. It sounds weird, but I hate being a slave to hunger pangs and gastro-intestinal rumblings. I secretly feel that if I can subconsciously turn these sensations off, my thinking will become more clear and focused. I know this is foolish and I don't need any comments on this matter...it's my prerogative.

Every earthly thought just adds to the pollution,

This ties in with a secret desire to transcend all earthly things. Leave me to my imagination.

My certitude’s stronger than thoughtless locution,

The beliefs that dictate my life are immovably firm and not mere whims and fancies of the time. That women and men are equal, that the thirst for learning and truth is priceless, and that spiritual qualities and virtues are as embedded and vital as our bodily organs.

My resolution would survive through a mock execution.

This freedom of doubt on the reality of existence and my role on this planet would not waiver though I be noosed at the gallows or tied at the stake. I use 'mock execution' for if it were a real one my resolution would fade in step with my life.

Some people objected to stain the name,

So I’m doing it again in the same vein,

I expect the reactions to be about the same,

So I’ll take out lyrics that are tame or lame.

I hate when muppets win at Roaké all thanks to their hand,

I wanna put a sign on a stand saying “you’re a flash in the pan”

Call it Murphy's law that the most junior or inexperienced player always wins in their first hands. Just my thoughts on these amateurs.

I once knew people that didn’t organize their suits,

That pursued only fun and still play better than you do.

I could always count the cards, but I’d rather count the score,

Oh, I won by a grand, that’s a bigger spread than before

There are a few people I regularly play cards with. Uninterested in learning new bidding conventions to increase their game, they are content to remain as they are--feeling smug in their lot. These lines attest to the true station of their prowess.

Damn shame on New Year’s, you didn’t win all night,

Score probably’d been higher, if Aram was bidding right.

Use the Phil strategy, win bid at all costs,

That’s why we’ve got the mercy rule, to prove that you’ve lost

Playing with a rook, we were able to outwit, outplay, and outlast a formidable duo using superior strategy, a bidding convention, and tempered egos--a three-pronged attack that proved indomitable. They always wanted to win the bid, which they did, but then proceeded to lose each the game. We were fortunate to have the mercy rule, that way when they were down by hundreds we could call the match, clear them out, and hopefully get better competition.

Set at 125, I must say Oh dear!

Just don’t worry fellas, there’s always next year

125 is usually a safe bid in Roaké, but with our stellar defense, the opposition kept getting set. Renee parlayed his high intelligence into card-playing savvy, that can only be described as stunning. Simply stunning.

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Some people objected to stain the name,

So I’m doing it again in the same vain,

I expect the reactions to be about the same,

So I’ll take out lyrics that are tame or lame.

***

Canadian’s ‘eh’ got replaced with an ‘e,’

‘Hard test eh’ is now ‘that test was e’

There is an expression that has taken root in the youth in Ottawa, especially the B youth. It is 'e'. It is used as a drop in fit for the outdated 'ill,' as in 'Those mean words you said to me were ill.' Now you would say these cards are 'e' or my bedtime is 'e'. Well, not one to fall into this shameless exercise of monotony, I rebelled and disparaged its use in acerbic terms and in an overall humourous and articulate diatribe.

‘E this,’ ‘e that;’ ‘e listen,’ ‘e’s wack!’

You use the phrase so often, you’re lucky life’s not TV,

Cause on the Wheel of Fortune they make you buy the 'e'.

You don’t drive your car with the light flashing ‘e’

And you’re too smart to say it unintentionally,

(low gas light...anyway...)

So what I don’t understand—what’s bothering me,

Is why you still depend on the crutch phrase ‘e’

Your trifling monotony is putting me to zzz’s,

You keep coughing e’s like you got some disease.

So while you’re infected stay far away from me,

I haven’t got the flu shot, ‘cause all needles are ‘e’

After hours of research I determined that getting a flu shot was only crucial for those in a high risk category, and since I'm deathly afraid of needles, I said "h#ll no" to the flu shot this year. Another line that I left out of the rap after this one was "When I go to the dentist I say ‘topical please,’ 'Cause injections make my tear glands release." Topical anesthetic is what they give you before the injection to semi-numb the gums. On the seldom time I get a cavity I take the pain like a man instead of getting one of those wimpy injections. The rest of the line gives you a glimpse of what my happen if I chickened out and needed the shot.

But before you dismiss this whole section as ‘e,’

Let me make it s-i-m-p-l-e,

Since letter by letter is the only way you speak,

If you know the whole alphabet’s still a mystery to me.

Recant your silly expression, take it from me,

And join us all in saying, “Good bye e” !

Bye e