Famous rapper and philanthropist Onda Streets, who has had major success with the recent hits, “No Sheltering in the Storm,” “Commitment is Hard to Do,” and “F is for Fornication, G is for Drugs,” has been giving back lately by helping to help relate school programs to kids and get kids interested in sex.
“Sex ed is very important, and i hope help communicate that to kids through raunchy lyrics and catchy but sordid beats,” Streets said. “These kids are growing up in poverty, and I want to help them out by teaching them about the “Birdz N’ Da Beez.” (Which is also his latest single, available on Spotify.)
“I just heard about a young friend of mine. Last year he graduated from school after participating in an experimental Hip Hop-based class of mine. Now, he’s already a father. All thanks to my classes.”
Streets said he wanted to introduce kids to science they could use in the real world. “Just the other day, a 11-year-old came up to me,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye, “and he said to me, ‘Mr. Streets, you’re my hero. You’ve made Sex Ed my favorite subject. And you’ve inspired me to be active in the field from a young age.’ I told him to never stop learning. The kid speaks a lot of Latin. Mostly anatomy terms. I told him to stay in schools. ‘Cause that’s where the girls are.”
Streets is now getting the street in front of this inner city school name after him, and the adjacent street is name after his brother and fellow rapper, E.Z. Streets.
“When Mom and Dad really love one another
Things begin to happen
And you end up with a brother.”
“It’s really sick,” said Ms. Janice Dawson, the teacher of the class. “You know, in a extra way.” The inner city school likes to focus on the essentials, recently cutting their English staff.
Streets says he is proud to say his life’s work is sexualizing everything. Streets believes he is doing the world a favor by putting things into perspective. “Everything’s really about sex anyway isn’t it? Put the F to the R to the E to the U to the D!” He said, breaking into a rap thing, as if caught up by some sort of evil possession.
Now when you find your daughter and some boy on the couch, and they try to tell you they’re doing homework, you know it’s true.
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