Hip-Hop needs Ressurrection

I’ve died and hope to be resurrected… Maybe, Kanye can bring me back. Maybe, Jay-Z can bring me back. Mos forgot about me… Andre has moved on… I’m the new cotton for Black men with dreams of granduer… Those that have not learned the lessons of hard work. Who feed on braggadicio exploits of criminal activities, parties, capitalism and dehumanizing activities to those closest to our hearts (women). I’ve evolved from a chant, to the written word, to spoken verse and now to a money maker for those that don’t care about me… I am envious of myself and remain in beefs with TRUTH… I am Hip-Hop… I discovered you and the beauty we make… I have blinded your justice and made you think it is Just Us… I am bastardized in media… And, we know media is just as narcissistic as me… See– Hip-Hop has one “i” and Media… Sweet Media has an “i” and a “me.” And, us three desensitize you from the voice of righteous dissent… I’m pious in my own religion. Money is God… It’s true God is hardly seen, especially by those that are not free. God is sought after for things that are not free… Now, tell me money is not God… I’m Hip-Hop, the messiah for those that cannot play sports… So, young black boys- put on your Black Face and tap on the sand for all the whities to see… Coon it up in the glorious name of Hip-Hop… I’m the path to your God… I’m dead to ressurrect as you… Because in you I see the evil in me…