Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a genre of music called "Rap". With the sole purpose of bringing to light the issues that plague inner city life, "Rap" took on a demi-political presence. Then came the dark forces.
The greedy record producers who paid large sums of money for our rappers to call themselves "N"'s, to call our ladies "B"'s and "H"'s, and to sell out to a bunch of stories about 187's and booties working the pole in some strip bar.
These greedy producers are more interested in how far a rapper's pant can sag, and how much flesh the female rappers and video girls show, that they detracted "rap" from its purpose, than being bringing to light the plight of the inner city.
"Rap's" message about inner city poverty, and urine soaked allies was replaced by a bunch of "Yeah", "Uh Huh, uh Huh", "what?", and "Git it gurl". As a result, "Rap's" message is lost because of the lust for money.
Ironically, this is just how mainstream America wants "Rap" to be. Just a bunch of saggin, drug promoting, womanizing boys and girls with microphones.
How about this; let us flip the script on Mainstream America. How about a clean cut, well dressed, professionally minded African American with a college degree putting it down for us?
Wait a minute, we have someone like that. Trouble is, Master P realizes that Mainstream America will not respect the clean cut image, so he puts on the image of an under educated gang banger.
"Rap" needs to stop allowing the desires of Mainstream America to shape its destiny. Otherwise, we will lose track of our real culture and will never be able to live "Happily Every After".
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