Dub C - The streets

I love Hip Hop. I love everything about what makes it so profound in my life and how I am always a part of it. It is a culture born from above average people whom ingeniously created to make a better aesthetic life out of limited resources. It is revolutionary. It never asked for permission to be seen or heard while inspiring the uninspired, and it neither apologized for its liberty being felt. Hip Hop is a culture born to outright the wrongs of all conditions in an environment of injustice by celebrating life. Yes, a better life fantasized about in the American Dream. No, not celebrating materialism, bling, or capitalism because it did not begin with anything or was it given anything from the start. No, Not at all, but to celebrate urban life as an expression for liberty and happiness by the inviting spirit of what the Statue of Liberty was meant to represent:

“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

After Hip Hop was born it became the litmus test for the United State’s of America and eventually the rest of the world. If anyone really wanted to know what was wrong with this country all they had to do was listen to what Hip Hop has been trying to tell it from the beginning. It was pressure cooked from some of the world’s worst conditions in the South and West Bronx, Harlem, NYC, where the tired, the poor, the huddled masses, the homeless, and the battered struggled. It was an infant holding up a mirror for all to see when Grandmaster Melle Mel first said, “A child was born, with no state of mind.” And now, today, that child he spoke about in The Message has all grown up with an uncultured thug mentality making crappy records as a music label’s harlot, but that is a topic for another discussion.

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