Hip Hop

Hip Hop is a wonderful art form that is misrepresented and thus, misunderstood. Out-shouted by the popularized crime and sex peddlers, there exist honest artisans who go unnoticed by the populace. In terms of sheer volume of words, no other music form can match the opportunity to communicate presented by a hip hop song blueprint. The trouble is, most artists have nothing to say.

Imagine if they did.

Take heart, for some masterful work is out there, waiting to be heard. The urban American culture can be engaged and redeemed.

Start here: Mars Ill (you can click on song titles under "Audio" for mp3's. Listen. For starters, peep "Shuck and Jive", "Mona Lisa", "Two Steps", "Inside Out", and "Love's Not". It may take some time to train your ear, but it is worth it to understand the lyrics. Then buy a cd.)

Here's a quick rhyme from my mind:

We rush in cars,
and strive to touch the stars,
while, in secret, we clutch our hearts
and wonder if anyone's hurts as much as ours.
We're just so far from where He thrust the bar,
if there was no God, we'd lower it,
and be content in being subpar.

But we yearn for more,
desire to soar burns in our cores,
some turn to lies and are satisfied,
cuz they can't discern what's lore,
and what's Truth.

Some cats cry for a preponderance of proof,
when life itself declares there no man with excuse.