"Expostulation and Reply" and "JoHn Muir"
by ScHoolboy Q
(Learning through nature over books)
"EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY"
"WHY, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? "Where are your books?--that light bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind. "You look round on your Mother Earth, As if she for no purpose bore you; 10 As if you were her first-born birth, And none had lived before you!" One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply: "The eye--it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 20 "Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? "--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, 30 I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away," |
"JoHn Muir"
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all |
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The Parallels:
In this poem, Wordsworth's writing scorns the limitations of book learning and more formal education. His writing is in favor of the education that is freely available in the natural world. ScHoolboy Q's "JoHn Muir," brings touches on this in the realm of hip-hop. In this song we have the lyrics, "I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q." Here we have the rejection of education through books, because the skills that are available through this education weren't relevant to the life that ScHoolboy Q was living. Learning how to survive and generate an income was much more valuable to him at this time, and this is what leads to him ditching class.
In this poem, Wordsworth's writing scorns the limitations of book learning and more formal education. His writing is in favor of the education that is freely available in the natural world. ScHoolboy Q's "JoHn Muir," brings touches on this in the realm of hip-hop. In this song we have the lyrics, "I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q." Here we have the rejection of education through books, because the skills that are available through this education weren't relevant to the life that ScHoolboy Q was living. Learning how to survive and generate an income was much more valuable to him at this time, and this is what leads to him ditching class.