THE POISON WE CALL CULTURE | LANCESCURV

Music, entertainment, and culture today are unrecognizable from what they once were. They’ve been hijacked. Those of us with even a modicum of awareness understand this. Somewhere along the timeline of our lives—depending on how long we’ve been here—someone in power, or a group of people with bad intentions, decided to poison what we so happily consume and create. They turned it against us, weaponizing it to indoctrinate our minds into a set of self-destructive behaviors that were never inevitable—but now seem that way.

Who would’ve thought we would idolize young men who settle their disputes with guns, knives, and violence? Who would’ve imagined that an entire generation would reduce the beauty of a man and woman coming together into nothing more than a physical, and often monetary, transaction—just a low-vibrational release for a few seconds of orgasmic debauchery?

And yet, here we are.

You will never see other cultures—especially those who control the music and entertainment industries (read between the lines)—parade their women as playthings for the world. You won’t see them devalue their queens in exchange for money or publicly degrade their own women, who are meant to be the mothers of their children, the progenitors of future generations. No, they would never allow that. But somehow, they have engineered a false culture for us and convinced us that we are the ones spearheading it.

And there will always be narcissistic, money-hungry, attention-starved sellouts who will do anything for a bit of fame and a few dollars—money that usually runs out long before they ever figure out what to do with it.

Now, we have a woman named Sexyy Red, the present-day Nicki Minaj—but far deadlier. Each new generation raised on the prior wave of hijacked culture requires an even stronger dose of decadence to drag them lower. And we think this is harmless because the beats behind the lyrics make us feel good. But it’s only our lower selves being fed. We consume this filth as though it’s nutrition for the soul—because in our pain, oppression, and lack of direction, we seek escape.

I remember driving the public transportation bus in Orlando, Florida, when Nicki Minaj’s music was blasting across the airwaves. Back then, her content was controversial—but now, 15 years later, it seems almost mild compared to what Sexyy Red is putting out. And I am truly afraid of what’s coming next. What will be played over the airwaves in another ten years? What kind of social media propaganda will be manufactured to keep our young people distracted, detached from morality, and blind to the education and discipline required to build a future for themselves?

This is an attack.

And because it’s wrapped in beats and visuals that appeal to us, we don’t see it that way. We think it’s harmless. But how many young Black women, once full of dreams and ambition, found themselves derailed? How many ended up with two or three children from different men who had no intentions of fatherhood, now forced to rely on government assistance to survive? How many lost their potential because they thought it was cool to open their legs to some boy whispering empty promises, a boy who had no idea how to be a man?

And the cycle continues.

A child raising a child. A future dictated by vampires in the music and entertainment industry, who feast on the innocence of our young kings and queens, locking them into a cycle of death, destruction, and domination. And yet, we remain gullible, soaking up everything they put out—lured in by the faces of those who look like us, thinking they are us when in reality, they are nothing more than bait. A worm on a hook.

We bite down, and by the time we realize it’s a trap, it’s too late. Unlike a text message you can delete before sending, there’s no instant undo button for the consequences of following a culture that was manufactured to destroy us.

And I know that my words will be ignored by most. I’ve accepted that.

I’ve said before—and I’ll say it again—that 92% of us aren’t going to make it. That’s my own number, my personal estimation. And that 92% includes plenty of educated and intelligent people who still won’t escape because they cannot control their lower desires. Education alone will not exempt you from the consequences of unhealed dysfunctions.

So, just imagine this:

Nicki Minaj has moved on. She had her time. She made her money. She’s a mother now. If you were a young woman who once looked up to her, ask yourself: Where are you now? Did following her lead bring you to a better place? She was just a puppet, a lure, getting you into a situation that she was never going to stick around to suffer through. And now, the industry has rolled out the next one. And the next one. And the next one.

And we never get anywhere.

We stay distracted. We stay caught up in the latest fashions, in exposing our bodies, in degrading ourselves. And our young men—how do they see their own sisters now? Do they cherish them? Protect them? Love them? No. They see them as objects. As entertainment. As disposable.

If you’re one of the 8% with any sense left, don’t become part of that 92% heading for destruction. Be aware of what our children are listening to—especially our young girls. It is far too easy to poison their subconscious minds. The smartphones in their hands, which could be used as tools for knowledge, are instead being used as weapons to destroy an entire generation.

And what about the next generation?

It will be even harder for them.

To the few who understand: Make a difference. Because the majority of us? They’re too far gone. And I hate to say that, because I’ve always believed in the upliftment of my people. But let me ask you: If Malcolm X returned today, what would he say? If Martin Luther King Jr. came back, how would he feel? What about Marcus Garvey, or the countless others—those faceless, nameless warriors who risked their lives for us to be better?

They hoped we wouldn’t fall victim to these traps.

Yes, lynching still happens. But they’ve found far more effective ways to kill us now. Ways that don’t require a rope or a gun.

They make us pull the trigger ourselves.

They make us volunteer for our own destruction.

We pick up weapons and kill each other. We create life, but we aren’t ready to raise life. We spread diseases that wipe us out. We are so sexually obsessed that we don’t realize it’s pain—not pleasure—that is driving us.