For the love of Hip Hop

As I was on my way to work today. My heart was yearning for music I used to listen to when I was a teen. I tried to remember the last time I heard good Hip Hop. Rhymes that mattered. Spoke about current affairs, situations in communities and so fourth. 

Way back when I listened to Hip Hop, it was more than entertainment, it was a movement, about awareness, realizations and consciousness of sorroundings. It is very rare to find taht these days. It's there, but not as easily accessible as it used to be.

My love for Hip Hop was never about the bling, the glam, insults and possessions. It was a culture, a place where we could meet, share rhymes, discuss topics through freestyling and rythm. Raise awareness of things happening in the hood, in politics, in religion and social lifestyles. 

That part of Hip Hop is rare to find these days. That's where I wanna go back to. That's where home is. Where I feel safe. Where I can write rhymes and feel good about them. Where it's a revolution that has everyone talking about and involved after you finish a verse. Where punch lines are meant to make you dig deep into the person you truly are. Where u dig deeper to your roots so u can be clear of where you're headed. Where life is real and not some fairytale or celebration with expensive alcohol and diamonds. Where we celebrate life and try to find ways to make ourselves happy about situations. 

Hip hop was my life back then, it still is!