Ethnick Thoughts

“check out the Hip Hop Fest this Saturday

me and my boys are on a mission like Latter Days”

Its gonna be dope. In all honesty, I should be having (not the worst but) one of the most depressing weeks of my life, but I’m not. I love the fact that I can say what I want, and have people listen and respond positively by just playing a beat behind me. I’m somewhat restricted by group dynamics and moral uniformity, BUT for the most party, I say what I want.

I love hip hop. About three years ago, I would not have said that. I was sheltered from the essence. I heard beats, they sounded cool. Then I heard lyrics about gangs. I wasn’t down. I heard lyrics belittle women. Wasn’t down. I heard the contradictions of ghetto struggle over the rattle of the 2 pound platinum chain loaned by the record label. Didn’t make sense, and I was not down. I thank my brothers for opening my eyes. Rarely does anybody find the underground on their own. I was shown the way, and am thankful. Not to be mistaken, in the underground I found a lot of the same crap. The only difference was the ratio. (More good than bad). Most importantly, I found the art behind hip hop music. I saw the creativity, the passion, the skill and humility. I found it. I found it. That means it’s mine right?

Anyways, enough of my banter. Come to my show. Please.It actually starts at 8pm … old poster.