There was a time when rap was underprivileged, or for use of a better word, broke. I am fifty-one years of age, and I have been listening to rap music all of my life, I was there at the beginning. Society did not want anything to do with rap until they started to notice a change in their offsprings behavior, for they were in the process of losing them to the same people that they have been trying to eradicate for years. So what did they decide to do? They did what they always do, they did the math to see if they could make a profit off what their kids were investing their allowance money in. After going over the numbers they decided that it would be profitable to purchase our Black culture, for it would only cost letting a few of us escape. The white man then proceeded to screw us over like they did the Indians, for they knew that many of us had very little knowledge when it came to the value of money. “They will only be able to run for a short period of time, for the money that paid for their so-called freedom will soon run out, plus we can save our children. We will put on display the material things that we buy with our wealth, we need to show them how to spend their so called freedom, for they equate their value in this life by being able to purchase material items that we have in abundance. We will put our fake jewelry on display, for we keep the real bling at home in a safe, and we will drive around town in our leased cars with smiles on our faces, we will show them how good life can be. Although we can afford to buy those items if we choose, it would not be cost effective, it would not benefit us financially, for it is just for show. We will use these items as bait! When their so called freedom runs out, they will find themselves back home in the ghetto where they belong, making “OUR MUSIC,” singing and rapping about how they spent “OUR” money, glorifying going broke. While all along they are making us money with every struggle that they will inevitably encounter in this life, for we will be sure to give them a hard time, for their hard times add to our wealth.” I do not know if it is because I am older, wiser, or both, but what I do know is that we cannot invest our blackness with the white man and expect high returns. We invested our rap culture in the white man and his money, and what was our return? “HIP HOP IS UNIVERSAL, IT IS FOR EVERYONE, THERE IS NO COLOR IN HIP HOP!” That sounds like a commercial for Disneyland, and to top it off, that was a Facebook post from a seventeen year old girl from China, sagging and wearing her hat to the side. That is why I firmly believe that p rap died when it was purchased by the white man, for his need for continued monetary superiority is what killed rap. The definition of Hip Hop as stated in the white mans dictionary: Hip Hop, a subculture of inner-city youths who are typically devotees of “rap” music. Now you tell me, what does a seventeen year old from China know about rap? She doesn’t, she is a product of the brand the white man calls Hip-Hop.
Rap is dead!