POLITICS OF THE SNEAKER PIMPS

Spike Lee es uno de los tios más lúcidos que andan por ahi. Por eso hizo Haz lo que debas, Mo´better Blues (una de mis peliculas favoritas), se permitió una pataleta llamada Jungle Fever cuando dejó de t**rar*e a Kim Basinger, tuvo que recurrir a grandes personalidades de la comunidad negra en busca de ayuda (económica) para acabar de rodar Malcom X, y Bamboozled, una de sus peliculas del 2000 para acá, es probablemente la sátira sobre el color de la piel más salvaje e inteligente que se ha hecho (los que la veáis: muy atentos al anuncio de Timmi Hilnigger).

Por todo esto, cuando Spike Lee se decidió a hacer una pelicula sobre baloncesto, todos sabíamos que iba a dar en el clavo. Y lo hizo. En He got Game, Ray Allen (con Foamposites) es Jesus, el nuevo mesías del basket. Su padre sale de la cárcel y se calza unas Jordan 13... Michael Jordan aparece fugazmente también.

Y la banda sonora es de esos genios que ahora parecen ser una especie de proscritos a los que no conviene que se les preste atención: Public Enemy, uno de los poquisimos (y casi diría el único) grupos que pueden ser considerados un clásico de la historia de la música popular.

Entre las canciones de la banda sonora de He Got Game, una habla de zapas. No, en ella no le ponen unas Etonic a Dominique (¿?) como hizo Tote King... sólo por la rima. P.E. sueltan verdades y reparten palos a casi todo dios, como acostumbran. Esta es la letra de POLITICS OF THE SNEAKER PIMPS:

On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody
The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes
As long as their sellin that merchandise
And one what goes in don't come back
The color may be green but its also black
And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college coaches gettin
Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships

Hey Dr. J where you got those moves
Was it gettin high in the schools
Can it be the shoes?
Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house
Expose them foes with my mouth
I see corporate hands up in foreign lands
With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man
I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket
200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear
They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya
I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia
They came a long way baby since
Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers
Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling
Them New Balance hits 120 million
The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
Duckin a word from my sponsor
Trying to end my year like Kwaanza

Been paid since the 8th grade
11th grader, pop the champagne
12th grade start the campaign
Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame
Nike got me pullin re's and g's
Shit, I can get shot for these
Please god give me 20 more years on these knees
To maintain without this game I gotta do keys
And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere
Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me
Behind the wheels and endorsement deals
Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks

(Letra de www.lyricstime.com)