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donnyspeaks:

My letter to hip-hop.

Dear, hip-hop.. I’m writing inform you I’m going to have to end our relationship, I know in the beginning I was down to work them hips, but I was tricked. Seduced by your beat, see you had me for three minutes and forty-six seconds I was suspended in time, but when I snapped out of it I had to ask “did I hear what I though I did in that last rhyme?” Now forgive me, maybe I’m getting old or maybe I’m just slow cause I didn’t know you could say “bitch” on the raido. But I was entranced by that beat I’ve heard somewhere before. Oh, I remember that was the original score. Now unless I’m dreaming I could have swore, right after you called me a “bitch” you called someone else a whore, and at this point I’m trying to process a few things.. What were the original words to that song and you want me to do what with my thong? And I’m trippin’ cause nobody is acting like anything is wrong. After all the anthem for the new millennium was “big pimpin”. And it all seems a bit surreal, cuz when I was dancing around I didn’t know the damage my soul was going to feel. And there are times I’m still compelled to move, but I swear to you it’s that old school groove that plays above the lyrics, beacuse if the music wasn’t there I definitely wouldn’t hear it! I thought Hip Hop was supposed to be a means of poetically expressing yourself but it seems these days you’d say anything to get your C.Ds off the shelf. So let’s toast with champagne and good blunts for your health, but first…tell me why?“Every other video, brotha’s gotta be a gigolo” and you show your respect by pouring beer for the homie who’s dead. Then pour the rest of the forty over some females head, and what’s crazier than that she doesn’t seem to mind, but if you look past her ass deep into her eyes you might find, a hint of surprise, cause she didn’t realize, the camera shot would be between her thighs, and she furthers the lie, as she tries to deny, pretending like its okay. As she just gave a piece of her self-esteem away, and it aired nine times on MTV today, and all of that for little to no pay, but “He’s a hustler baby and he told you so, and when he’s through you’re a video ho.” And I’m trying to make it in this business so I’ve stood in those high heel shoes you know? Now, when I go to the club I see a sea of young women with fake diamonds bouncing around their waist with too little clothes on her body and too much make-up on her face singing, “Ándale Ándale mami E.I. E.I. uh oh.” Were you that ho? Was I that ho? Or do we all need to spiritually grow? Does anyone know what E.I E.I. stands for anyway? […]

(Source: ballsonsteroids)