This is my musical manifesto. I found myself giving an earnest defense of hip-hop to family at 2am on Christmas. We were on day two of the lamenting of the state of Black America (broken families, “angry Black women”, educational disparities, etc) and we found our way to music. My parents mourn the days when kids and parents listened to the same music and I celebrate them. Though some the music on the radio these days does make me want to vom on my shoes, so much more of it has opened my ears and eyes to words and sounds and experiences and worlds that I wouldn’t have experienced through any other medium.
So, for better or worse, I say it again— I love hip hop.
(Source: bobbyphats, via qpanza)