Hip-hop music needs a life jacket. Someone, anyone, take the time to rewind and remember the Golden Times of hip-hop music.
Hip-hop needs a life support system. It's lacking creativity, originality, and wisdom. Where is the vision?
Underground MCs are trying, but even their def tones go unheard. This new mumbo jumbo of mashed-up words is not as nearly needed as Rakim-like superb.
I'm on the verge, of giving up on hip-hop. I am on the verge of calling the coroner, saying, “she's almost dead, come get her.”
Hip-hop needs motivation, rejuvenation, elevation. Someone, please perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on hip-hop music.
Hip-hop is no longer lyrical. So in a quiet space in my own time I am performing my own personal vigil. It's difficult. It's almost something I cannot handle. So I light seven candles, one at a time, saying prayers and meditations for the return of meaningful and great rhymes.
The first candle lit is for peace. The second candle lit is for dope beats. The third is for the return of the old boom bap. The fourth is for the treble and high hats. The fifth is for the imaginative MC. The sixth candle is for hip-hop purists like me. The seventh and final candle is for hip-hop infinity.
Light your candles and mourn and pray for hip-hop. In a collective spirit hopefully we can meditate to make the nonsense stop.
© Christopher Donshale Sims February 15th, 2010