Hip-Hop Made me Do It…
I wish the adults would create another music for the kids to listen to so that maybe the adults that make everything suck would leave Hip-Hop alone. Make a new disco or some shit. Put some bachata in it so the mexxos will eff with it. Maybe some of that mediterranean shit so the hindurabic kids can get their bounce on. Just create something so that Hip-Hop doesn’t have to be public enemy #1 anymore. Every single homicide in America is now given the six degrees of Hip-Hop treatment by the media.
I’m sure that Hip-Hop has contributed to a few deaths here and there, but you can’t tell me that Hannah Montana doesn’t have a least one body on her docket. I’m sure some little kid in the Midwest took a shower with a plugged-in toaster because she didn’t get to meet Hannah at the local mall appearance. How many different kids do you think Disney licenses to portray Hannah Montana at the different malls around America? Oh, you thought there was ONE Hannah Montana?!? My bad. I suppose you don’t want to believe there was someone ghost-rapping as Tupac either?
The shit that has me annoyed this time is this chick from a community college in Kansas that was inspired by Superhead to take on dicks as a hobby until this crazy mexxo made a real life snuff pr0n film out of her ass. The Associated Press said that she loved Hip-Hop music and she loved to dance to it. Obviously, she loved placing strange dicks on her forehead more than she loved Hip-Hop music and dancing to it. Jam Master Jay loved Hip-Hop music and he died violently while producing it. Aaliyah had some of her backup dancers on the plane with her that crashed. Those broads died for the love of their art.
This chick Emily Sander got merc’ked while she was out sampling dicks, not records. This isn’t to say that her death was justified, because of course it wasn’t. This is just to say that her death has as much to do with Hip-Hop as the fluctuation of the dollar when compared to the yen. Actually, that situation has more to do with Hip-Hop than this women’s murder does. My point being that mainstream media has to always find a connection to Hip-Hop when discussing the societal problems of America. Hip-Hop sure doesn’t sell pistols. Hell, Hip-Hop doesn’t even sell records.
Ever since the Reconstruction Era the Black American, particularly the males, have existed as the national boogiemonsters(no Riders Of The Storm: The Underwater Album). They have been described as savage terrorists or worse. Yet the art and culture that these Blacks create innately is copied, absorbed, diluted and re-purposed throughout the globe. With all of the energy that comes from teaching people to paint, sing and dance I refuse to believe that murder is part of that equation. Murder, greed and a disrespect for one’s humanity are not the trademarks of the Hip-Hop culture. Those energies and actions belong to another culture that is the antithesis of Hip-Hop.
This young woman was determined to get rich or die trying. Just because she copped the album and follows the ethos of Fifty Cent doesn’t make her death Hip-Hop related. People are being challenged to sacrifice their humanity for money. Sometimes it’s a lot, but often it is far too little to justify before the most high. What wouldn’t you do for the guap? If the answer was nothing, then you are the reason that Emily Sander is dead. And it has nothing to do with Hip-Hop.