Hip Hop

spells on Feb 2, 2009

Tags: hip hop, Life, music

The love of Hip Hop.

Sky thoughts retaught all heads to rock
This is Hip Hop
How did metaphors open up so many cemented doors
African American were eager to speak behind shut doors
My love for Hip Hop
From the stoops of South Bronx, New York
To the cold hearted streets of Oakland
Rythmes plus riddles shoved houseparties in motion
This is Hip Hop
Remembering the grace of the resurrected Tupac
No matter how many lives were lost
Or number of corrupted cops
Still we open our hearts in the name of Hip Hop
A Poem for Hip Hop

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Fresh Writing on Feb 19, 2009
Hello Spells,

Once again, a beautiful piece that blows away the competition but in a style that makes friends, not enemies.

Very respectable lines you have in there; I too listen to hip-hop and have done so for many years.

I think today that it’s a shame how we’re gradually changing our tempo into a style of music where we have nothing meaningful in it, but it’s because of writers like you that we will hopefully restore our music into something more punctual and classy.

Nice job once again,

-Fresh Writing

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