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Hip Hop


Storytellers, true storytellers Talking about real life, their life Not a dream or fantasy Demanding positive social change Using their fame To improve the lives of others Not to flaunt a shallow materialistic lifestyle with no hope of true happiness We must demand an end to this When did music become just way to make money When did it stop being an art Where did hip hop go It must have died when the gossip became more important than the lyrics when figuring out who is in the illuminati took priority over the hottest 16 Why do we spend $1.29 on the latest songs with the same message just different arrangements Haters don't care, big house I live there Nice car I drive it, jewelry and a fly chicks I'm not a rapper but I could be Play on your need for a descent beat, mediocre lyrics, a few big words you don't know the meaning of and don't really care, oh how easy it is to become a millionaire Our women take pride in being an expletive Our daughters aspire to be the baddest Our sons want it all w/o putting in the work And the men to teach them otherwise are absent We give iPods to our children, let them fill it with this music unmonitored and uncensored then send them to school expecting them to speak proper English Instead of wanting to beez in the trap they need to beez in a book so they can learn how to properly conjugate the verb to be only then they can be great, awesome, and magnificent instead of falling mercilessly to a four letter acronym or captivated by a reality tv show love and hip hop which is nothing more than the present day black face which breaks my heart why are the Lupe’s, the Common’s, the Mos Def’s the most underestimated is it because they speak the truth and it hurts or is it because they aren’t rapping the simple catchy lyrics you’ve become so accustomed to the bang bang is more powerful than the conviction their lyrics may bring you Auto-Tune sounds better than the alarm they are ringing trying to get you to wake up and realize that there is more to this life than big booty girls, cars and money or party after party getting disgustingly wasted waking up looking at the pictures posted online hoping your boss didn’t see them and you don’t have to face him but this is too much for you to handle you’re just young and having fun right and this is just music it doesn’t shape who you are but remember this what goes in will come out you put it foolishness it will come out your mouth right now is shaping who you will become your personality your character the person you aspire to be hip hop is not the same and if you continue to listen to it you won’t be either go down the same path, turn into to trash and rot the key to a strong community is to save hip hop
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