Hip-Hop

Hip Hop,
Is just poetry with a back beat.
Words strung together,
To move your feet,
Inspire your mind,
And jump through time.
Music and words combined,
To change your life,
And invigorate the blind.
Pulses etch out feelings,
That the words indelibly carve,
Into flesh and bone,
Heart and home,
In an easy to share,
Happy to hear,
Impossible to fear,
Be all,
End all,
Combination of things that define us,
As human.
When man made music,
It was to communicate.
When man made words,
It was refined.
When man made music,
Mixed it with words,
And rhymed it,
Into blurs of passion,
Poignancy,
Alliteration,
And meaning,
It took the beauty of what it is,
To introduce your soul,
To another,
Stretched it out,
Shook it up,
Sped it up,
And spun it on a turntable.
What could be better than that?
Communicating meaning,
Performing passion,
Expressing emotion,
Entertaining millions,
All at the same time.
Hip Hop,
Poetry,
Music,
All integral parts,
To the piece we play,
For others to hear,
So we don’t have to just say,
I love you.
Instead we shout it,
Mix it,
Remix it,
And blast it on the radio,
However we can,
Whenever we can,
For as long as we can.
That’s the magic of the modern age.
Freedom of communicating how we choose.
When we choose,
And for what we choose.
It doesn’t matter if your preference isn’t hip hop,
Mines not.
But the act,
The desire to communicate with my fellow man,
I respect that.
You should choose to respect it to.
Choose respect.
Choose respect.