When hip hop was born

When I was born hip hop had already fathered millions and left them all to fend for
themselves using his methods of living. When hip hop was born the gods stared at the world,
pitying its ignorance because when hip hop was born it spoke and they didn’t listen. When
hip hop grew up, it shouted and screamed and mellowed them, gleamed and they stood in
the shadows laughing at how he sagged his pants low and spoke to himself in low co motive
rhythms, kicking writtens and scripting on desktops.

Hip hop danced the night away and eventually wanted to know '5 o’clock in the morning
where you gonna be, and I said in my mother’s womb listening. Hip hop swayed the crowd
with enthusiasm and made them read more, hip hop made them rich but stayed poor and in
the name of love, hip hop continuously taught us how to keep on keeping up with the times
and not spacing out behind enemy lines if we don’t wanna handle their livestock and guess
who brought their own beef?

When hip hop was born it was the last emperor who held him in 36 chambers teaching him
immortal techniques and how to survive doom in vast aire. Mastered the ace and continued
growing till he got his wordsworth in a punchline and the cage got loose for eons under his
feet. He danced and cripped and became a game to these players who just wanted to xzibit
their ludacris ish for 50cents. They tried. But they still couldn’t hear his screams when they
took over his heart and made him a cheap flick in entertainment. He didn’t mind though. He
fed, he clothed, he cleansed and they said he was dead, but oh. Hip hop is living. Breathing
in my lungs and kicking in my shins if the sun Tzu can write the art of war, hip hop can
translate it and u damn right, I can live it.

By Oko Fine Otarel
pic taken from Otarel's fb page