I'm concern for today's generation when it comes to music. Do they know what music is or the purpose for music? Well, I say no to both question. When you think back in the days of slavery music was inspiration while enduring the pain and agony of bondage. It also was a form of communication for the slave so the white men would not understand their plans for freedom. As time went in our culture music continued to be a source of inspiration, but it also became an expression of who we were. Music empowered us as a culture. It made us proud to be black, it made us proud to learn about our heritage. We used music to promote self love, self respect, and to let the world know we are as equal as everyone else. Music used to make us proud on all levels spiritually, culturally, and emotionally.
This generation don't understand the meaning of music because most of it is classless and tasteless. All you seem to hear on the radio is derogatory remarks about our women and glorifying the material things in life. The biggest glorification is money which we all know is the root of all evil. Evil has plagued our music industry and the music executives are destroying our children. We as parents have to take it back to the basic and teach our children the importance of positive, uplifting, and encouraging music is. We have to introduce them to the music of yesterday in it's rarest form. Now there are some modern day artist that know the meaning of music and has continued the tradition of what music is. Jill Scott, India.Arie, Maxwell, Kem, Eryka Badu, Chrisette Michelle to name of few are keeping with the tradition of true music for the soul. I commend them on not being victims of the industry by the demonic forces behind it.
Let's promote real music to save our children.
Ton-zae'
About Me
- Ton-zae Simmons
- To defined Tonzae is simple yet complicated. Poet and motivational speaker. Like Christ I died and was rebirth at 33, I enter a spiritual time capsual back to the future. On this journey I saw events that were shameful, unclean, and dead. A journey into a past of self-destruction where I was lost and confuse led by many misquiding souls that were out to kill me spiritually. It was a tramatic journey to the past. I broke down into tears when I saw the friends and family and significate others playing the role of a wolf in sheep's clothing, loving me externally but killing internally. To my dismay I saw reflections where destruction was about to take control and kill me but there was a creator who sits high and looks low stepping in time after time after time. The most high was giving me chance after chance. As I stumbled to my knees with grief the tears overflowed my vision the sobbing over powered my hearing I began to cry out for a spiritual cleansing of this shameful past...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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