Friday, November 20, 2015



Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems is a testament to Southern hip hop, avoiding the gangsta and drill music clich├ęs so often found in current music. It is a throwback to an earlier time when hip hop had substance, without being lame or preaching to the choir. Graham is the author of this authentic and often haunting material that puts you in the mind of OutKast meets Public Enemy. Only the old heads can feel me on this one. The beats are just hard enough for the streets, while at the same time being laid back enough for the whip. The kind of album that makes you think, while nourishing your soul, and entertaining simultaneously. Graham takes you on a journey that extends beyond the South into the metaphysical without separating you from the now. Social issues are tackled and subject matter is presented that is missing from today's spit, such as on the track Illuminati, which not only makes me nostalgic for the purity of 90's hip hop, but releases a hook that makes me want to get a Mob Deep album.
There are infectious songs that have been released online such as Dope Boy Fresh, which has a track with a state of emergency feel to it, as Graham rides the beat with passion. You have Too Many Emcee's, which puts me in the mind of an old school KRS One, Mad Lion collaboration, updated for today's audience. What do you get when you mix a teacher, a philosopher, an emcee, and a revolutionary? A Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


Let the countdown begin for the Hip-Hop album of the year by Eric D. Graham entitled Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems: The Making of a Hip-Hop Classic, which features the soulful voices of Magnolia's own Ramone Dobson (Angels From the Sky) Edwin Robinson (Magnolia Memories, Black Woman Sings The Blues) and Cynthia Swann Brinson on (I Love/Hate You So Much).

To hear some songs from this album go to and type in Bobbee Bee "The Hater" in the search engine.

Release date scheduled for August 22...But, subject to change.
For more information, please contact eric graham at


Magnolia' own Eric D.Graham  prepares to drop Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems
During the time when everybody was complaining about the state of Hip-Hop, especially, on the radio, one brave soul, stepped out on faith, avoiding all the endless Barber shop debates, in order to produce one of the Dopest Hip-Hop albums of the year.

Shockingly, he wasn't born in Brooklyn, raised in California, or lived in Atlanta.

He was from the small town of Magnolia, North Carolina.-Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems: The Making of a Hip-Classic. Scheduled Release Date August 28.

Stay tune.

Because, Hip-Hop Lives

For more information, contact Eric Graham at


As Hillary Clinton faces a new round of questions about her email use as secretary of state, the NFL pre-season has begun. As a result, Bobbee Bee "The Hater" is back with a new batch of cartoons as he gets prepared for another school year.
1. Do you think Hillary Clinton will win the presidency in 2016? 
No. Because, the Republican Party, and white men, hate her more than President Obama. I know it sounds crazy, but it is true.
2. Do you go to church on Sunday?
No. Especially, during football season.
3. Do you believe in governmental conspiracies?
No. But, I do think, the government killed Dr.Martin Luther King and gave us Clefo Dollar and Bishop Eddie Long. (Prove me wrong?)
4. Why do you still watch ESPN?
Because, I like to hear Stephen A. Smith eloquently scream obscenities while debating Skip Bayless on First Take!!
5. Do you think America is ready for a female president?
No. Because, if they were, they would have voted for Shirley Chisholm.
6. What's that strange odor coming from your brother's house?
Oh, he's a DIE-HARD "DEADSKIN" fan!!! Haaaaaaaaaa!!!
7. After watching the GOP debates, who are you going to vote for in 2016?
No one....Because, if voting could change anything, they'll make it illegal....
8. Do you think Bill Cosby is guilty?
Yes!!! He is as guilty as Tom Brady and Lance Armstrong put together.
9. What are your thoughts on Bernie Sanders?
He retired too soon. Plus, I wish he never played with the Detroit  Lions. Why are you laughing?  He did retire too soon. 

10. Where did the school bus drop you off this afternoon?
In Canton, Ohio, at the Football Hall of Fame, with Running Back Jerome Bettis. Seriously, I am not lying.....
11. Do you have any suggestions to improve Philadelphia Eagles back-up quarterback Tim Tebow's throwing motion?
Yes!! I have something that can improve his throw-motion as well as his sex life. It is called a SHAKE-WEIGHT!!!!!!!
12. Who is the best quarterback in the NFL?

Well, according to RG3, he is....
 Eric D. Graham, a graduate of Winston-Salem State University, where he received a B.A. in Mass Communication with a concentration in Radio and Television and a minor in History, with an emphasis in African-American Studies,  is the leading Sports Columnist at Black Athlete Sports Network, where his articles  appear daily along with his controversial  cartoon character Bobbee Bee “The Hater.” Graham can be reached at


American journalist and author Hunter S. Thompson brilliantly stated that "Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel.

I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer.

On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”

With that said, those who are brave enough to purchase Eric D. Graham's Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems: The Making of a Hip-Hop Classic, will feel as if they are riding with a full tank of gas, even though, the gas needle is steady flashing, as they avoid taking, exit after exit, in order to make in all the way home on August 28.

Why? Because, Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems, is a throw-back album, from Hip-Hop's Golden Era.

As a result, it is filled with Revolutionary Ideas, Dope rhymes, Head-banging beats, Hardcore hooks, Clever concepts, along with Street corner dreams, with meaningful metaphors, as well as, Soulful songs, sprinkled with Black Political Thought.-Schedule Release Date August 28. So, stay tune.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015


by Frederick Douglas

Fellow citizens, pardon me, and allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here today? What have I or those I represent to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? And am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits, and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?

Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions. Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold that a nation’s sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation’s jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently speak, and the “lame man leap as an hart.”

But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of disparity between us. I am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary!

Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us.

The blessings in which you this day rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine.

You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony.

Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak today? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn you, that it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation (Babylon) whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrecoverable ruin.

Fellow citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions, whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are today rendered more intolerable by the jubilant shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I do not remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, “may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!”

To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs and to chime in with the popular theme would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world.

My subject, then, fellow citizens, is “American Slavery.” I shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave’s point of view.

Standing here, identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine, I do not hesitate to declare, with all my soul, that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this Fourth of July.

Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future.

Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of
humanity, which is outraged, in the name of liberty, which is fettered, in the name of the Constitution and the Bible, which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery — the great sin and shame of America! “I will not equivocate – I will not excuse.” I will use the severest language I can command, and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, or who is not at heart a slave-holder, shall not confess to be right and just.

But I fancy I hear some of my audience say it is just in this circumstance that you and your brother Abolitionists fail to make a favorable impression on the public mind. Would you argue more and denounce less, would you persuade more and rebuke less, your cause would be much more likely to succeed. But, I submit, where all is plain there is nothing to be argued. What point in the anti-slavery creed would you have me argue? On what branch of the subject do the people of this country need light? Must I undertake to prove that the slave is a man? That point is conceded already. Nobody doubts it. The slave-holders themselves acknowledge it in the enactment of laws for their government. They acknowledge it when they punish disobedience on the part of the slave.

There are seventy-two crimes in the State of Virginia, which, if committed by a black man (no matter how ignorant he be), subject him to the punishment of death; while only two of these same crimes will subject a white man to like punishment.

What is this but the acknowledgment that the slave is a moral, intellectual, and responsible being? The manhood of the slave is conceded. It is admitted in the fact that Southern statute books are covered with enactments, forbidding, under severe fines and penalties, the teaching of the slave to read and write.

When you can point to any such laws in reference to the beasts of the field, then I may consent to argue the manhood of the slave. When the dogs in your streets, when the fowls of the air, when the cattle on your hills, when the fish of the sea, and the reptiles that crawl, shall be unable to distinguish the slave from a brute, then I will argue with you that the slave is a man!

For the present it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while we are plowing, planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, silver, and gold; that while we are reading, writing, and ciphering, acting as clerks, merchants, and secretaries, having
among us lawyers, doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators, and teachers; that we are engaged in all the enterprises common to other men — digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hillside, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives, and children, and above all, confessing and worshipping the Christian God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave — we are called upon to prove that we are men?
Would you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty?

That he is the rightful owner of his own body? You have already declared it. Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery?

Is that a question for republicans? Is it to be settled by the rules of logic and argumentation, as a matter beset with great difficulty, involving a doubtful application of the principle of justice, hard to understand? How should I look today in the presence of Americans, dividing and subdividing a discourse, to show that men have a natural right to freedom, speaking of it relatively and positively, negatively and affirmatively? To do so would be to make myself ridiculous, and to offer an insult to your understanding. There is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven who does not know that slavery is wrong for him.

What! Am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their masters? Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood and stained with pollution is wrong? No – I will not. I have better employment for my time and strength than such arguments would imply.

What, then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is not divine; that God did not establish it; that our doctors of divinity are mistaken? There is blasphemy in the thought. That which is inhuman cannot be divine. Who can reason on such a proposition? They that can, may – I cannot. The time for such argument is past.

At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. Oh! had I the ability, and could I reach the nation’s ear, I would today pour out a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder.

We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be denounced.

What to the American slave is your Fourth of July? I answer, a day that reveals to him more than all other days of the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mock; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of these United States at this very hour.

Go search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the Old World, travel through South America, search out every abuse and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.

Frederick Douglass – July 4, 1852

Thursday, June 18, 2015


prayNORTH CAROLINA-(BASN)-With the recent terrorist act in Charleston, SC, where a young 21-year old white male, named Dylan Roof, who after sitting for hours in a Bible study at the historic Emanuel AME Church,  which was first built in 1791 by a congregation of Freemen and "slaves",  devilishly opened fire and shot nine innocent churchgoers, while allegedly telling them before killing them, "You rape our women and you're taking over our country. And you have to go."

With this act of evil, we, the staff of, offer this prayer from the Book of Psalm Chapter 109 verse 1-31, especially for the members of the oldest AME church in the South, where the Revolutionary Denmark Vesey once was a member.

Vesey, of course, himself, a former slave from Charleston, South Carolina planned a major slave revolt in 1822, in order to liberate other " tortured kidnapped victim"(slaves), and sail them to the Black republic of Haiti for refuge.

Unfortunately, for Vesey and his band of liberators, his revolutionary act, was leaked to city officials and he was arrested, prosecuted, and executed by hanging on July 2, 1822 and the church was later burned.

With that said, let us pray

anger31. My God, whom I praise, do not remain silent, for people who are wicked and deceitful have opened their mouths against me; they have spoken against me with lying tongues.
With words of hatred they surround me; they attack me without cause.
In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer. They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my friendship.
Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy;let an accuser stand at his right hand.
When he is tried, let him be found guilty,and may his prayers condemn him.
May his days be few; may another take his place of leadership.
May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow.
May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven from their ruined homes.
May a creditor seize all he has;may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children.
May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.
May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the Lord; may the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
15 May their sins always remain before the Lord, that he may blot out their name from the earth.

Here are the names of the innocence victims of this act of evil at the hand of this devil, which was provided by the  Washington Post.
  • Rev. Clementa Pinckney, 41, was the church’s pastor and a South Carolina state senator.
  • Depayne Middleton Doctor, 49, sang in the church choir, the Charleston newspaper reported.
  • Ethel Lance, 70, worked for 30 years at the church, a relative told the Post and Courier.
  • Susie Jackson, 87, a longtime church member, was Lance’s cousin, the newspaper reported.
  • Cynthia Hurd, 54, was branch manager of the St. Andrews Regional Library, just a few miles from the church where she was killed. 
  • Tywanza Sanders, 26, was a 2014 graduate of Charleston’s Allen University.
  • Rev. Sharonda Coleman-Singleton, 45, was a church pastor and high school track and field coach, according to the Post and Courier.
  • Myra Thompson, 59, was an active member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, according to the Greenville News
  • Rev. Daniel Simmons Sr., 74, who died at a hospital, was a retired pastor from another Charleston church, ABC News reported.

Eric D. Graham is a graduate of Winston-Salem State University, where he received a B.A. in Mass Communication with a concentration in Radio and Television and a minor in History, with an emphasis in African-American Studies. Currently, he is the Managing Editor at BASN, where his articles appear daily, along with his controversial cartoon character Bobbee Bee “The Hater.”Graham can be reached at

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


bills“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

Monday, June 15, 2015


colorAccording to four-time Grammy Award nominated Jewel Kilcher, who has sold over 27 million albums worldwide-"poetry is the most honest and immediate art form."

Why? Because, "It is raw and unfiltered... a vital, creative expression that deserves to find greater forums, to be more highly valued, understood, and utilized in our culture and in our lives."

Therefore,  if " poetry stirs the Divine within us and whispers to all the things that there are no words for....", the Hip-Hop community as well as music lovers,in general, should prepare themselves for the highly anticipated album Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems: The Making of a Hip-Hop Classic. from the self-proclaimed North Carolina born-Black Poetry writer, Eric D. Graham.

With the latest sneak peak into his album entitled TOO MCs and NOT ENOUGH recently being released on, Graham proves that he is ready for Hip-Hop stardom. Plus, he proves he can deliver lyrical content worthy of him being considered a "true" Hip-Hop artist. If you don't believe me, take a listen for yourself.....

If you like to  be put on the pre-ordered list to get a autographed copy of Pocket Full of Ghetto Poems:The Making of a Hip-Hop Classic please contact us at