This is the remix of Light Through Stained Glass that Zico and myself revised for my Psychological Human Sexuality class.
This song was written on behalf of self-awareness in correlation with the mainstream music industry’s influence or socialization upon the youth throughout the world. In this song, that topic deals with human sexuality on behalf of Dr. Rizo’s human sexuality class. The song was written in both narrative format and switches off to the first person format, multiple times, in order to inform listeners and to assist in conjuring up the imagery portrayed. Zico and my self’s purpose in writing the lyrical content was to allow listeners to observe the blissful ignorance portrayed in most mainstream music in current times through our exaggerations. The first major dilemma we raise: is the demoralization and objectification of women as nothing more than sex objects, secondly we focus on men and their gender roles in today’s society impacted majorly by celebrities and individuals they look up to, and lastly we shed awareness on the typically secretive aspects and dangers of sex: sexually transmitted diseases and mental illness.
Our song was meant to tell a story about a young man who has grown up in your traditional, nuclear, and loving family. Our point intended was to portray the potency of the socialization process, especially at a young age. Most of the time, during the maturation process of the sensitive age group of the high school years, teens are faced with the search for who they are. This precious time period makes socialization even more powerful. In our story, the young man connects his search for meaning or emptiness with the celebrities he looked up to. He then begins to have the idealism that it is cool to go out and have sexual interactions with as many women as possible and in our society ever most accepting. Eventually, his promiscuous lifestyle would soon catch up with him and lead to the inevitable taking of his life.
INTRODUCTION/ SPOKEN WORDS
There once was a young man that had everything going for him. His perception of the world was derived from the mainstream media and the society surrounding him. He learned to love sex. In fact, his world revolved around sex. What he would soon discover was that sex would be the ultimate demise of his life.
Lost and confused, hormone induced, I’m so tired of being alone
Looking for a place, looking for some people. To feel welcome, to feel at home
To be one of the guys, I gotta prove I’m no bitch, gotta get messed up and mess around
Got to look for a girl, so I can brag to the guys about the chicks I pound.
I gotta be cool, gotta be sly, gotta have swag, I gotta be slick.
Jay Z and drake tells me its cool to have as much girls as I can to suck my dick
Without thinking of consequences from within
Like them, I’m just worrying about getting toasted, and sticking it in
I’m about to get drunk drunk!
Then I’m about to fuck fuck
If you’ve got a snatch then you’re surely out of luck luck!
I’m about to light it up up
About to get fucked up
If your ass is fine I’m tear that pussy up up.
Gotta be cool, gotta be fly, gotta be slick
Looking for any ole girl to suck this dick
Yeah I am a man man
Because I don’t give a damn damn
They call me the best in the world because of the way I do the ram ram.
VERSE 2 (Spoken Words)
The young man’s arrogance and recklessness lead to the formidable and unbearable diagnosis of being H.I.V. positive. With all of this being said he struggled to find purpose in his life. On top of all of this, he impregnated three different women, which inevitably lead to three abortions. The man learned a valuable lesson; unfortunately he was severely depressed and on the verge of suicide.
Still empty and still alone
Still disgruntled and on my own
The drugs and sex didn’t fill the void
Just led me on a path for me to be destroyed
My soul, my mind, my body, my heart
Is being shattered, dismembered, being torn apart
A darkness, and illness, has plagued me
It is killing myself; it will never let me be.
I have no reason to live
I condemn my spirit
I lived as a damn fool
Now I die as a sick man
- POSTROCK AWARENESS