where do i go to resign from hiphop?

WHERE DO I GO TO RESIGN FROM HIPHOP?

i ask because within this multi-layered gem
there are far too many willing to waste
its untold resources and inherited wealth
because they have a record out
that the public refuses to even accept a free copy of
so they sit and talk about how bad hiphop music is now
how those who are successful in the corporate entertainment industry
(which by the way, they too are a part of)
have sold out hiphop

(as a point of reference, i was 11 and Ma President, 17
in 1978 - THE YEAR - something fell out of a pigeon's butt
in a fairly large northern city and landed on the headz
of those who would then declare 'we have invented music'
and all across the globe their fellow lemmings rejoiced
in unison on bended knee, "thank thee, thank thee, thank thee.")

i witnessed those "old-schoolers" you worship
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
go pass 'NO' SNEAKERS, JEANS, T-SHIRTS signs
while their friends, family, neighbors and fans
who had followed them from the basements and parks
dressed in sneakers, jeans and t-shirts
were "detained" by law enforcement
for 'lack of understanding that they were loitering
for daring to stand in front of the sohostudiolatin54quarters
and ask
"how come they got in? they dressed just like me?

i sat in dismay in Ma Hometown, MIAMI,
as law enforcement in great forces tried
to 'contain' Deadheads at a concert which just happened
to be scheduled after all those "old-schoolers"
you worship had pranced sea to shining sea
ensuring not even Jerry Garcia and crew
could afford insurance rates being charged for performance spaces

my Soul still hurts from the unrelenting rape
of Southern Soul, that your old-schoolers called sampling
and are yet to this day to apologize for the theft
that resulted in their ability to
overdose on
jeeps,
door knocker-earrings,
2" diameter, 50inches long gold rope chains,
goose-down filled leather jackets with fur lined collars,
BODAGAS FULL OF OLD ENGLISH 40OZ MALTA LIQUOR in their kitchens,
new work boots sported every month as fashion
(which left honest hard working people
in labor intensive jobs that required such
for safety reasons, either without a store to find their size in,
or later too expensive to purchase)

i was joyfully stunned,
for your old-schoolers placed obstacles in the paths of
MC "ERIC" BREED, R.I.P and KID ROCK,
and they just leapt all of them with a single bound
and shut all the fart and shit that was coming from
your false gods' mouths,
like when y'all discovered
Uncle Mixy's Posse did not find their broadway
real estate worthy of acquiring

i witnessed you and your "old-schoolers"
begging via com, telegram and tell-ur-mans
please take out the box
so that your,

(and never has any wordslinger,
especially, this one actually named
wordslingAH™, Da Kid! used a term so loosely)

c o m p o s i t i o n s
cut from
the english dictionary, thesaurus and rhyming dictionary
then pasted over
beats (still not paid for)
could flock like seagulls on MaTV

so i am resigning
because Ma Deservedly Respected O.G.,
Uncle Short Dawg,
a musician who in that time of utopia
that you all are withcrafting so hard to return tah,
in the face of your "old-schoolers" ridicule
of his RECORD CORPORATION'S ADDRESS
BEING THE TRUCK OF HIS CAR,
taught me

LIFE I$ TOO $HORT!

so I am resigning from hiphop,

going to the ocean with seven pieces of copper,
walking in until the sea covers ma head,
places those pennies on the ocean's floor
and begging ma ANCESTORS forgiveness
and then asking before i turn to leave without looking back
can me and ma friends now call ourselves

"THE ESSENSE OF LOVE REMAINS"
03.03.09 01:20PM PACIFIC©cindyadriennequashie

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