By Odeisel
There is a culture right now of the delusional groupie. Everyone has 10,000 bags and shoes with red bottoms. They are chilling on reality television, drink in hand, screaming at the top of their lungs threatening violence and causing scenes. Remember when Bad Girls Club threw you out for fighting? When the point of the show was perhaps to show some of these girls the error of their ways? Now that , and pretty much most of the shows featuring Black women have become mills for churning out dysfunctional girls that negotiate with their pussies and use their womb as a credit card. The slew of shows purporting to showcase baby mothers masquerading as “wives” is more proof that our souls are slowly draining away as the most important members of the Black family fall for the punani power okey doke.
A few years ago, Nas wrote a song called “Black Girl Lost,” a song that aimed to strike at the heart of the ignorance that at the time was just beginning to take hold of our young women. Back then, the approach was low tech; geared toward the low ceiling aspirations of the hood chicks club hopping for weed and loot. Fifteen years later, with that honey hustle in 2.0 mode, Nasir Jones returns with another rendition of “Black Girl Lost,” aimed at dealing with the make-up bag mentality.
The delivery of the original, especially when viewed in today’s context could elicit a “What you trying to kick, knowledge?” The syrupy, overdone singing, the slow pace, and the production give the song a “MESSAGE” feel and may cause a push of that forward button. This time around, on “Another Black Girl Lost,” Nas takes the girl herself and makes her delusion fodder for the hook. She won’t be another Black Girl Lost, she exhorts. Nas goes straight for the girl that needs a good dude but goes right after the basketball player (drug dealers are so 90’s). To her, if you aren’t falling for her madness then it’s your loss, but she doesn’t realize that she’s slowly falling into the trap. Maury’s made an empire from the paternity seekers and Nas takes them to task as well as the Gucci bag collectors.
He doesn’t stoop to throwing women under the bus and reaches out to these women, not quite with a cape, but with an olive branch. Haters will look at Nas wifing up the milkshake and snicker. People living that life, both the chicks and the tricks will again say, “what you trying to kick, knowledge?” But those who recognize that two is better than one, and would like to have a spouse or at least a partner, rather than a group of baby daddies who file bankrupt rather than pay for those babies, you may be able to get something out the song.
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