Hip Hop is art. Hip Hop is culture. But most of all Hip Hop is the revolution. The flame of unforgiving truth passed down through generations to bring light to the youth. Knowledge is power and with this truth came the invisible hand, plucking heart strings like a guitar is in hand. Playing sweet lullabies to the minds of the weak singing tales of hate, greed, deceit plant the seed fast forward 20 years and you’ll see Willie Lynch letters refulfilling their prophecy. From dancers breaking, popping, and moonwalking on the tops of cardboard boxes to DJ’s who spun so many records they woke up and ate tunes for breakfast; all the way to wordsmiths who put words together one line at a time until they formed a scheme which rhymed. Rhyming is cool but which words did you use? Higher vocab and flow patterns aquired you higher respect and how you uplift the people is what cut you a check. The other side always feared those who weren’t afraid to fight but wouldn’t neglect intellect just to prove he’s the guy.
Now, what is it I see? Just a bunch of hooting and hollering from kids who just happy to be on TV. Who fail realize they are literally selling their souls for a hundred thousand dollar piece. Unarmed men and children mowed down the street and your favorite rapper is getting a new face tat and talking about how much he made in a week; like any of that is washing the blood off the streets. The generations have become weak cause OG’s lack the energy to teach, so they rather stand on the sidelines and give a little speech, but if we want change we put down the phone and start hitting the streets. Don’t support nothing new if it’s weak. Put on the young and wise and the benefits our whole culture will reap. Cause everybody wants change, everybody loves to speak but nothing will change until we swallow our pride and rise to our feet and a take a stand for everything they tried to strip away from the brave hearted. You and Me.
