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I have a love/hate relationship with Hip Hop right now. I’m sure a lot of you can relate. I mean, “I Used To Love H.E.R.” is one of the greatest songs ever made, but I never really looked at Hip Hop as a female. Mainly because most of the rappers were dudes, so naturally I found it quite difficult to personify Hip Hop as a girl.

If anything, I looked at it as an older male cousin. You know, the one who taught you to act confident around girls, and also took you to your first strip club. The one you used to idolize because he had all the fresh Nike’s and Starter jackets, but later saw as a frivolous spender who stayed fresh but struggled to pay their bills. The one who had the tightest car in the neighborhood, but the dirtiest crib. The one who ate out every night, but had nothing in the fridge…I think you’re getting my drift.

Anyways, I guess I’m saying all of that to say that I’m kinda tired of Hip Hop right now. He needs to get out of the streets and go back home for a minute. No, I’m not saying go back to New York (although it does seem like its migrating back East). I’m saying go back home and listen to some his father’s old jazz and soul records and maybe a listen to some of his mother’s gospel records. Yeah, visit the crib and get a nice home cooked meal and stop eating that fast food garbage. After all, you are what you eat.

Hip Hop needs some pussy too, frankly. I said it before (in a blogsphere far away from here) and it still applies. Hip Hop should cut back on the strip club and night club visits and go where all the real women are at, church and the grocery store. Invite them around the crib and talk for a little bit. Hip Hop has more than enough food and beverage endorsements, so dinner shouldn’t be a problem. Shit, try the library too. That way, even if you don’t get any women, you at least walk out with some knowledge in the process.

Oh yeah, where are you wives and girlfriends at Hip Hop. No, no, no, I know where your hoes and strippers are, I asked about your wives and girlfriends. Seems like all the girls you used to mess with either went to Hollywood or to jail. Are you beating them? Are you cheating on them with those R&B chicks? You chasing them white girls?

Sorry ya’ll. I don’t like to complain about shit. I’m more of an options and results type person. Just had to get that out of system. Holla at ya’ll tommorow. I got an album that you should be listening to right now, that you probably don’t even know came out. Peace.

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