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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

6 poems·Since August 2018
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Rhythmic Memories

August 6, 2018

The Night Hip Hop died

I remember the BOOM and the BOX

That dropped my Heart

Caused It to Stop

The Beat!

Scared to Repeat

 

That moment

I forgot that Hip Hop was ever ALIVE ---Shots Fired

Penetrated

Shattered Your Physical

Existence...

 

For the Origin of Hip Hop Stems from

 

--- African Roots to Call and Respond...

 

My Friend,

I Called Out to You

But You Did NOT Respond!!!

 

The Night Hip Hop died

Was due to a Perpetrator

Who Did Not Proceed with Caution

Put the Tape in Play

Tried to put it In Reverse

Cause He couldn’t hear

THE LYRICS...

 

These Lyrics!

Not All Can Understand

Not All Were Developed to Comprehend

 

This Perpetrator, Held the Gun like a

Dictator

A typical Hater!

Pulled the Trigger on a CREATOR!

A REAL Translator

Of TRUE Hip Hop!

 

Your life Sounded Off

Rhythms of Loyalty

A Synthesized Vibration

Awakened the Senses --Of Many...

 

 

 

A Record Never Scratched by Falsehood

Spins eternally

Beckoning All to Preserve

The Meaning of

 

GENUINE.... HIP HOP!

 

 

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