In love with Hip-Hop

Since I have been getting more and more involved with the Hip Hop community, I feel it is only right for me to write where my love for it lies. 

Hip Hop is that genre that has many underlying sub-categories, satisfying everyone from the straight thug with a gat in his back strap to the full-time college student who has pb sandwiches on the menu everyday. 

I like to say that Hip Hop found me because when it did... I found a lot of myself. Just like I know many other Hip Hop heads did when they first heard that ONE Hip Hop song that changed everything.

Unfortunately, Hip Hop, like many individuals who love it, is misunderstood.

Yes, N.W.A showed their hatred towards the police in '88. Yes, Dr. Dre said "bitches ain't shit" in '92. Yes, Common also voiced his concern for where Hip Hop was headed in '94. Yes, Mobb Deep did not believe that halfway crooks existed in '95. Yes, Jay Z was pimpin' women in '99. Yes, we were painted a vivid picture of rape and suicide by Immortal Technique in '01. Yes, A$AP Mob has hella hoes today. 

But Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five delivered a powerful message in '82. Ll Cool J needed love in '87. Ice Cube had a good day in '92. Tupac showed his unconditional love to his momma in '95. Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony displayed their undying faith in God, staying constant on prayer in '96. Notorious B.I.G. and 112 said the sky is the limit in '97. Nas encouraged children that they can be whoever they want to be in '02. 

Just like you can find the bad areas of a beautiful city, the crumbs in the bottom of your delicious Lay's chips bag, the burgers that look nothing like those in an advertisement, and your favorite pair of white kicks that will eventually get dirty... Hip Hop has it's "flaws." 

But you can find beautiful people in the bad areas of a city, those chips had no choice but to crumble through the shipment and travel, those misrepresented burgers still taste good, and those white kicks can be cleaned. 

It's the swaying, smooth bumps of "The Jam (remix)" by Consequence that causes me to get lost in the night. It's the classic Hip Hop, funk blend from Sugar Hill Gangs "Rapper's Delight" that makes my hips wiggle and my shoulders roll.  It's A Tribe Called Quest's "Bonita Applebum" sweet beat that gets me weak at the knees. It's the jazzy rap in Digable Planet's "Rebirth of Slick" that gets me to start snapping my fingers . It's the harmonization in Lauren Hill's "Doo Wop" that soothes my soul. 

So why am I in love with Hip Hop? It's simple. Because Hip Hop is in love with me.

She saw me for me and nothing else. Caught me slippin' on the slopes of life and swooped me up in her whip on a warm summer evening. Showed me her intangible substance and leaked her way into my heart.

She appreciates creativity. She speaks when I am speechless. She loves poetry the same way I love poetry. She is empathetic where others may only be sympathetic. She saves the lives of those who feel victimized. She can be the light at the end of a very narrow tunnel. She evolves as the world around her evolves, ever-changing with the seasons but her roots remaining in tact.

There's so much to her. A woman rich in history, in trials and tribulations, in victories and successes. I would need a whole other website to delve into her many stories, her many wonders... 

And after all she's been through, Hip Hop discriminates nobody. She welcomes everyone with open arms to come and tune in while you're strolling in the park, cruisin' with your windows down in the neighborhood or simply lazing in your bed.

Hip Hop has a home for each individual. Whether it be for the graffiti artist, the emcee, the dancer or the deejay or, of course, the fan.  

Thank you Hip Hop for showing love and being there for the activists that changed the course of history, the legends, the street corner mobs, the down the alley cypher groups in the Bronx, the underground head bobbers, the got no other option dealers, the dreamers, the misunderstood and the now not so hopeless or lonely individual.