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Dear Hip Hop,
What happened to you? Are you okay? We watched your birth in the late 70’s and was intrigued by the gifts you offered our culture. Then we saw you bloom as an adolescent in the 80’s and eventually come into your own in the 90s. The 90s appeared to be your Golden Age, as you became a global sensation. Honestly, maybe that was when your identity first became compromised. The game was forever changed. What was once young and exciting now seems to be going through a mid-life crisis. Who are you trying to be? You lost yourself and in return we lost you. Nas was wrong when he said that you were dead. I know that you’re still alive…but you’re not well. You’re looks are quite deceiving, but I know you, and it’s time for an intervention.
Now a multi-billion dollar phenomenon, we barely even know you. LL Cool J taught us to how to “Rock The Bells,” now I sit back as artist like Desiigner and Future spit lyrics that only 3 out of 5 people usually get correct. And what the hell is a Lil Uzi Vert? And are you serious about this Lil Dicky?
So many questions, but I feel like there is not enough of time. Soon there will be a changing of the guard, but I’m nervous to see who gets the baton. Yes, Drake does numbers, but do we really covet an artist who only bullies artists he knows he can body? Drake gets dissed by Joe Budden, and we get no response? If this was the 90s and Drake got dissed like that, he’d be Lil Zane to us by now.
All I’m saying is that you’re not the same and I’m calling you out. However, there is still help for you. The problem is, I just don’t know who is going to save you.
Regardless of how I feel, you still speak for our culture. I just fear that you’re not really saying anything.