Opinion: My company banned non-compete agreements. Others should, too

This year has been a wakeup call. With historic numbers of Americans out of work since the pandemic struck the United States and a renewed conversation about systemic racism highlighting structural power imbalances, it’s more important than ever that we create a more equitable and fair system for workers. One way to do this: Ban non-compete employment agreements.

Opinion: Miami-Dade leaders’ disastrous Covid-19 response

Early this year, the world watched in horror while the global pandemic took hold of Italy. Leaders in the United States watched too, but failed to prepare for what was coming. Instead of prepping our health care systems to brace for impact, President Donald Trump’s administration looked away from the looming crisis and promoted a false narrative that Covid-19 was not going to affect our country.

Opinion: America’s farmers are on the brink. This could help us survive

Farmers across the United States were already struggling before the coronavirus pandemic hit. Now many are at a breaking point. The federal government has offered aid, but it’s only a temporary fix. For farmers to truly survive and thrive, they need the freedom to trade with partners across the globe — without prohibitive tariffs and restrictions standing in the way.

Shabazz Palaces – Welcome To Quazarz (Quazarz Vs. The Jealous Machines Album)

[Intro]
Behold the soft cyber caress
My television whose my lover
But jealous machines and devices
Struggle to find a light switch
Followers follow him, leading nowhere
Possible hope of a cyber safe house
Looming on the horizon behind us
Moving targets, targets
Moving targets for the markets
For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed – coping

[Verse]
Yeah
I’m from the United States of Amurderca myself
Now we post-language baby, we talk with guns, man
Guns keep us safe
We don’t imagine past the image
Please, you know us
We killed love, we killed money, we killed money
We killed prince
We killed shame
We killed hope
We killed sex
We killed pride
We killed style
We killed imagination
We killed fresh
We killed the game
We killed air
We killed dope
We killed dough
We killed death (body them, here he comes)
Shooting these rhymes
Bottling time
Falling in graces
It’s the coming of ageless
Turning the pages (flip)
Driving them ape shit
Recording with tape hiss
A glitch in the matrix

Pay attention close you kids
This the shit don’t got no lid
No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
My killer beat is not your friend
I come to throne to stop these things
I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise
I give a fuck about some rules
We break em’ like we broke Don’s heart
I always roll the dice I’m cool
Could never follow crowds, too smart
I rock a big old jewel king crown
My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
The filthier the word spreads round
I drown these clowns through my sound
Yo it’s going down (down, down)
Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
I’ve been around the world ten times
I got the milky way crack flow
Me and my mother in Rio
Focus how I pop these rhymes

Lightning in a bottle
Rappers, it’s a slaughter
Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
Dressed up in my armor
Constellation squad up
Mashing on the throttle
I got pretty daughters
All the pretty daughters holla

We killed cyber
We killed rich
We killed time
We killed cameras
We killed nude
We killed space
We killed freedom
We killed obsessions
We killed facts
We killed attention
We killed the tension
We killed pardons
We killed
We killed
We killed

[Outro]
Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
High up joints rolled off the consumer class
Dead dreams
Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years

Pharrell – Yellow Light

[Intro]
The yellow light shining down
The yellow light shining down
The yellow light shining down
The yellow light shining
1,2,1,2
Everybody
Everybody
Let’s go!
Oh, hey!

[Verse 1]
Everyone’s overdosing, the blue light use
United States of anxiety continues
The redness in this town, we’re singing the flag burning blues
We feel like the nuts cause we feel the screws
We don’t care bout no fits, we don’t care ’bout no trouble
We just wanna get in
Let’s make out like we’re lovers

[Pre-Chorus]
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!

[Chorus]
The yellow light shining down (congratulations)
The yellow light shining down (whoopi do)
The yellow light shining down (you control the world now)
The yellow light shining down (look at you)
The yellow light shining down (I say hey)
The yellow light shining down (there’s a higher power)
The yellow light shining down (like a yellow light)
The yellow light shining down
When the stupid gets injected
The sunlights
The best gets infected
Oh just let the sun [?]
[?]

[Verse 2]
We don’t care bout no fits, we don’t care bout no trouble
We just wanna get in
Let’s make out like we’re lovers

[Pre-Chorus]
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!

[Chorus]
The yellow light shining down (congratulations)
The yellow light shining down (whoopi do)
The yellow light shining down (you control the world now)
The yellow light shining down (look at you)
The yellow light shining down (I say hey)
The yellow light shining down (there’s a higher power)
The yellow light shining down (like a yellow light)
The yellow light shining down

[Bridge]
Kill whatever you want
And undo what was done
But one thing you can’t kill is the fun
(fun, fun, fun, fun)

[Chorus]
The yellow light shining down (congratulations)
The yellow light shining down (whoopi do)
The yellow light shining down (you control the world now)
The yellow light shining down (look at you)
The yellow light shining down (I say hey)
The yellow light shining down (there’s a higher power)
The yellow light shining down (like a yellow light)
The yellow light shining down

[Post- Chorus]
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!
Here we go!
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!
Here we go!

[Chorus]
The yellow light shining down (congratulations)
The yellow light shining down (whoopi do)
The yellow light shining down (you control the world now)
The yellow light shining down (look at you)
The yellow light shining down (I say hey)
The yellow light shining down (there’s a higher power)
The yellow light shining down (like a yellow light)
The yellow light shining down

[Post- Chorus]
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!
Here we go!
So much for taking it slow
Now everybody knows
Here we go!
Here we go!

[Chorus]
The yellow light shining down (congratulations)
The yellow light shining down (whoopi do)
The yellow light shining down (you control the world now)
The yellow light shining down (look at you)
The yellow light shining down (I say hey)
The yellow light shining down (there’s a higher power)
The yellow light shining down (like a yellow light)
The yellow light shining down

The Lox – Filthy America (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: Courtroom Clerk]
Good morning, your honor
The first case is the United States versus Sean Jacobs
AKA Sheek Louch
AKA Silverback gorilla
AKA Donnie G
Our records indicate he’s being charged with an 848 and a 926C

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, your honor, listen
A father figure to a lot of these niggas, your honor
I learnt to swim with the sharks in a school of piranhas
Smoke marijauna, even bagged it up in pounds
I made money, packed guns, yeah, I held my grounds
Bullets ring, I don’t know how we made it this far
A skinny nigga too, I got up on the pull-up bar
Niggas dying over who fucked who
Some broke ass bitch with a fat ass made beef in ya crew
I went to see niggas in jail when I had nothing to do
I got a call to grab my burner when I was sick with the flu
I gave my soul to this music, hood love it, big labels abuse it
Honestly I’m still learning how to use it
I gave to charity, I flew niggas around for free
For my kids, think about that when you sentence me
Your honor

[Intro: Judge & *Courtroom Clerk*]
The verdict is in
We find Mr. Jacobs guilty
Sentenced to life
Send him to D Block, get him out my courtroom
*Our next case, your honor
United States versus David Style
AKA Ghost
AKA the Phantom
AKA Pinero
He’s being charged with an 848 and a 922G*
David Styles, do you have anything to say for yourself?

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Imma plead guilty
But before I do, your honor
You and the D suck a dick ’cause yo filthy
White America be killing Black America
Jail system slavery, how’s that America?
Drugs in the hood and you’re poisoning the food
School system suck and it’s hard to get a job
And poverty put niggas in a really bad mood
Call me a menace but I could’ve been a dentist
So I wish I had the pump at Donald Trump’s Apprentice
Bill was half black but middle finger to the Clinton
‘Cause niggas still lie, fuck that, yeah I’m venting
That’s my word, I’ve been frightened for a bird to catch a judge or a DA
Make them bite the curb and
And then remove their nerves or their bones or their ligaments
Tie ’em to the pipe and get a knife and start digging in
So, your honor, if you wanna hear my thoughts
Fuck you and the DA and this whole fucking court

[Intro: Judge & *Courtroom Clerk*]
We’ve come to the conclusion, the verdict is in
David Styles: guilty
You don’t have respect for humanity
You’re a menace to society
We sentence you to death row
Get him out my courtroom also
Get outta here
*Our next case, your honor, Is United States versus Jason Phillips
AKA Jadakiss
AKA Al-Qaeda Jada
AKA Top Five Dead or Alive
Being charged with an 848 and a 924C*
Jason Phillips, do you have anything you could possibly say for yourself?

[Verse 3: Jadakiss & *Judge*]
Your honor
I already paid my dues to society
Allegedly, I sold drugs, huge variety
Had to feed the ones I love, that’s a priority
No matter the verdict, they’ll forever be a part of me
You would much rather see me laying on the gurney
18 holes of golf and play with my attorney
The system is designed to burn me, not learn me
My arresting officer is related to Mark Fuhrman
Throw the noose up on the tree, that’s how they do here
I ain’t see a black nigga get acquitted that came through here
And I ain’t do fear
So all I ask the court is that they move me to a new jail, every two years
Either way you looking, it’ll finish
This is just a bunch of paragraphs in my mentions
*So what you want, forgiveness?*
Nah, I ain’t looking for forgiveness
All I give a fuck about is if the Yankees win the Pennant
Let’s get it

[Outro: Judge]
The verdict is in
We find Jason Phillips guilty
Sentenced to two life sentences with no possibility of parole
We’re going to make sure you never see the streets again, sir

A$ton Matthews – Coldest Night In Hell letras

[Intro]
Yeah, ok, yeah
These the darkest nights your boy done ever seen, yeah

[Verse 1]
These the darkest nights your boy done ever seen
A hunnid days, a hunnid nights, it’s like a murder scene
You know we seen but ain’t heard a thing
We just keep the choppers on the judge
The kitchen looking like the Medaying
Ball, who you think you playing with?
The ones that running with you
Them the ones you ain’t done playing with
Six feet under shit’s creek, dead sheep
You can hear the majors crying when the dead speak
They tell you everything you wanna hear, ok
Bare face, so I know you know you saw me clear
Thought I told you love was murder so you know it’s real
You always get the coldest feet before you close the deal
Ain’t no need to panic, I don’t feel no pressure
All my niggas pedal through the tragic, really with the extras
Catch a holy, catch a holy ghost, say a prayer
We don’t do the most, bed of black roses for your funeral

[Hook]
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen

[Verse 2]
Been a long time coming, baby, hold your tongue
Ain’t no need for no opinions when you plottin’ on the millions
You been talking brazy, nigga, show me somethin’
But you more concerned with livin’, you been soft from the beginnin’
I could see it in your eyes, tell me what I gotta know
Spare me all the lies, put your body on the flo’
The code of honor wasn’t suited for ya
Buzzing through your Under Armour
Put six feet under, oughtta do it for ya
Snitches get the stitches, boy, you know the layout
Once you pulled up on the turf, you know the only way out
You know it’s death before dishonor, bullets from Nirvana
And we never put the pussy up before the commas
Boy, you really gotta see the vision
You really almost gotta lose it all before you see what’s missin’
And I’m just here to set the record straight
We sitting rats inside the barrel with snakes
Bullets through the heads and face
Hallelujah, drop my soul in that collection plate
Heaven gates, they already late
I picked the spot and you could set the date
I think I’m ready to die
I’ll fuck around and you’ll get buried alive, bitch

[Hook]
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen

[Outro]
We begin tonight with that massive manhunt underway in Mexico for the man considered to be the world’s most dangerous drug lord. Joaquín Guzmán – you see him there – best known as “El Chapo,” has escaped from a maximum security prison for the second time. Worth more than a billion dollars, he’s the head of the cartel that controls much of the flow of cocaine, marijuana, and meth into the United States
But to be the man, you gotta beat the man!
And I’m saying – whoo! – right here, I’m, the, man – whoo!

Dubioza Kolektiv – U.S.A. lyrics

I am form Bosnia
Take me to America
I really want to see
Statue of Liberty

I can no longer wait
Take me to United States
Take me to Golden Gate
I will assimilate

The grass is always greener
In neighbors’ courtyard
I wish to leave this nightmare
Go to a Promised Land
Please, take me to your leader
I want my green card
I want to fly over
Like a rocket from the Balkans

I want to start all over
And turn a new page
Forget this dreadful story
Escape the Stone Age
I’m waiting for chance
To get out of the cage
I feel like a slave
On a minimal wage

I am form Bosnia
Take me to America
I really want to see
Statue of Liberty

I can no longer wait
Take me to United States
Take me to Golden Gate
I will assimilate

One day, when you reach the end
One day, you will understand
One day, back to roots my friend
No place like a motherland

I hoped I’ll find what I need
I’ll be free like a bird
Now we’re pushed in a ghetto
Like the sheep in a herd
All the promises I heard
Became empty words
Completely disconnected
From the rest of the world

The grass is never greener
In neighbors’ courtyard
I want to start all over
Return to No Mans Land
Send greetings to your leader
Don’t want your Green Card
I want to fly back
Like a rocket to the Balkans