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Real hip hop doesnt need, "mad ice, hella drugs, dope rides, tight cribs or phat bitches". all that shit is material. real hip hop comes from the heart. it expresses the struggle, and celebrates the come up, because a real hip hop artist undertands that you cant have one without the other. Real hip hop depicts life. From the horrors of ghetto life and the hardships of growing up and living poor, too the appreciation of just being alive. Real hip hop is honest, never counterfeit. Because a real hip hop artist understands the importance of expessing the message in they're music. Real hip hop is unapologetic. If your offended by the context in which the artist expresses themselves then the music did what it what intended to do, "strike a nerve". Make you take notice of some aspect in your life. Real hip hop is color blind. Because a real hip hop artist understands that peaple of all races, religions, colors nationalities and creeds share in the same struggles that plauge us as human beings on a daily basis in this unquestioably stress filled world. I support real hip hop.

I guess the thing that brings me the most bother, is that I failed as a father, I'm a ghost to my daughter, a most unfortunate problem, I was there for a spell, I remember it well, the day her mama left me is the day that I fell, I gave up the fight, I let drugs in my life, I got lost in the dark, my kid was my light, and now I wonder round dazed, with a mind full of haze, depression, self loathing, and hate got me crazed, maybe this is my fate, for all my mistakes, or maybe this is a call for me to finally awake, to become a dad, to take back what I had, to prove all doubters wrong and to have the last laugh, cuz my life's gettin no better, no job, home or cheddar, too much drama to deal with got me wanting to get wet up, I'm finally fed up, maybe if I disappear, for a couple a years, I can get my shit straight and come back somethin fierce, cuz I'm tired of the strain, and I'm tired of the pain, that cause tears to fall from my face like   black acid rain, so sick of the games, so sick of the bullshit, that I'd rather put the hammer to my dome, cock and pull it.

HELENA BONHAM CARTER. what more can i say but yum.