Is Hip HOP going through a great depression?
As an artist I believe that it is, everyone that I come in contact with lately agree as well. Other artist and hardcore hip hop lovers are feeling uninspired and a bit disappointed at the current state of hip hop.

“"""They want that old thing back”



Although we all loved soul train, we also enjoyed the idea of being able to turn to our favorite radio stations and enjoy some real hip hop music, but for a while now this option has not been available to us.
When we turn to our favorite radio stations now we are forced to listen to the same dance music over and over again.

What happen to the good days when we could all admit to being entertained inspired and uplifted by hip hop music.
Some of us don’t know, some of us don’t care and others have been so caught up with dancing that they either haven’t noticed or are reluctant to admit noticing a change.
I for one have noticed the change.
I am not in denial and I have not and will not turn into a “dancing fool”

Let’s not get it twisted
Sometimes I want to shake my laffy taffy, don’t mind a little chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side, I even might want to lean wit it rock with it and walk it out.
But other times I need “Hard Knock Life” by Jayz to motivate me.
A little “Keep Your Head Up” by Tupac to get me through the day. I want to listen to “If I Ruled The World” by Nas and feel inspired.

So many up and coming artist are being denied the opportunity to follow in the foot steps of artist like JAYZ,NAS,BIGGIE,TUPAC LAUREN HILL AND MARY J BLIGE.


As an artist I refuse to be discouraged.
As an artist I will keep my head high and continue to strive for the opportunity to bring the real hip hop back. As an artist I will not be intimidated, I will use the music that’s on the radio now as elevator music on my journey to the top.
As an artist I refuse to be discouraged.
As an artist I will keep my head high and continue to strive for the opportunity to bring the real hip hop back. As an artist I will not be intimidated, I will use the music that’s on the radio now as elevator music on my journey to the top.
As an artist I am willing, able and ready to take a stand for hip hop, not just my generation but for the next generation and the generations there after because IF HIP HOP DIE WE DIE.

IT’S TIME TO TAKE A STAND.

Subtraction saved my life this year in addition to that I live to tell my story.

Open your eyes…. A little bit more…… good….
Now turn your head to the left…….. That’s it!I stand there in between flashes
Knowing no picture could ever capture my real feelings
I have yet to capture them myself.
Ellen keeps telling me it’s best to walk away
So I walk away because I trust her judgment.
I just don’t trust my foot steps.

Direction is everything.

I never felt more confident than I did that day on South Street
My face bared the biggest smile ever
My good bye strong and my decision permanent
Not like hair dye
More like ….. I’ll die if I don’t listen to my heart.
U-shin should have been there to capture that
Instead he captured this.



Does this picture tell the story of someone who’s spent the last 8 years of her life following everything except her dreams and her heart… does it?

Im not concerned with how people feel when they look at me
I’m more concerned with how I feel when I look at myself.
Life aint fair …. And im not asking that it be,
Besides im so use to things being this way
A change might fuck up my equilibrium.
As if I have one.

THE NAKED TRUTH


I STAND BARE BEFORE YOU
WITH A BEER IN MY HAND AND
A PIECE OF CORNBREAD
WRAP IN ALUMINUM FOIL.
CRYING AND LAUGHING
AT THE SAME TIME.

PLEASE
DON’T
LOOK AT ME I WISPER
FULLY EXPOSED.
STANDING ON TOP OF A PILE OF MY CLOTHES
IN A POSE
THAT SHOWS MY SHAME

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY NAME.

YOU CALL ME DARLING
IN YOUR BRAIN IM JUST
A SWEET HUMBLE GIRL FROM HARLEM
IT'S INSAIN.

MAKES ME WONDER WHAT WE’RE REALLY HERE TO OBTAIN
IS IT LOVE OR IS IT PAIN.

IRENE THE LADY FROM UP THE BLOCK DIED THIS WEEK IN A BUS ACCIDENT IN EGYPT…… THREE OF HER YOUNG CHILDEN ARE AT A HOSPITAL IN EGYPT FIGHTING FOR THIER LIVES WITH BROKEN ARMS, LEGS AND A BROKEN SKULL. IRENE’S DEATH REMINDS ME OF HOW SHORT LIFE IS AND HOW SACRED TIME IS. WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I PRAY THAT THE NEXT TIME I LEAVE MY HOUSE WONT BE THE LAST TIME.I PRAY FOR US ALL. RIP IRENE YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTON.

I walk around with my hat low because my eyes tell my story.
My lips speak a truth too real to receive with out warning, people cut me off when I talk. My words cut like box cutters cut gang victims.
Judge me only after you witness my strength and integrity. People judge me only to find that judging them selves would have been a better option.
My middle finger keeps growing longer and longer.... sometimes I feel like I don’t use it as much as I should. My prospective is my prospective changing it makes it become yours. Let’s not fuck up the natural order of things.
Im from a place where holding on to what you have means holding on to youself because the things that make up who you are is your only real possessions … placing yourself in my shoe’s is impossible
Because I didn’t wear any shoes on this journey .I walked bare footed,
Through the darkness I am the definition of what having heart is.

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I GOT ISSUES SCIENTOLOGY, YOGA AND KABBALAH CANT CORRECT SOME THINGS ARE TOO COMPLICATED TO BE CORRECTED
KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE, I BATTLE TO ACCEPT IT.

MY LIFE IS HECTIC.
I GUESS ALL THE OBSTICLES AND PAIN IS TO BE EXPECTED.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE MY BRAIN NEEDS TO BE INSPECTED.
HOLD ON
GIVE ME A MINUTE TO INSPECT IT.........................................................................................…..........................................................................................
................................................................................................YUP! SOMETHING AINT RIGHT
OH WELL I STILL GOT POPTARTS POPCORN AND PORN TO GET ME THROUGH THE NIGHT.

ASIDE FROM EVERYTHING ELSE I WONDER…
AM I THE ONLY ONE IN THE SHOWER SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS IN THE SUMMER?

NAH… I BET THERE IS SOME RECORD EXECT IN THE SHOWER RIGHT NOW
SINGING CHEST NUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE OUT LOUD

INSTEAD OF LISTENING TO MY DEMO CD.

I got a crush on you al sharpton
Im attracted to your gum line and the lines that form above your eyebrows when you address the issues in the community.
The real meaning of unity would be the merging of you and me
Id make you sweat your perm out if ever granted the opportunity

See this is why blogging under the influence should be prohibited
You’re catching the glimpse of a mistake im the one who has to live with it

An AA meeting is in order, even though I doubt that would work
I woke up this morning screaming I concur captain Kirk

So So space-y
Maybe a psych ward would be the best place to place me
Or maybe I just need someone to embrace me

But no one’s here
Sometimes I feel as if no one care, and that’s the thought that leads to one more beer---> and one more beer---> and one more beer
Until my vision is as gray as al sharptons hair.

If im not dyeing why should he
Allow me time and in time I might see that drinking is no longer the thing for me.

But until then, I’ll be sitting in my den with 4 six packs of corona and six 4 foot Mexican men. With al sharpton on my mind bearing the worlds biggest grin