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Love for Paradox; Love for HIP-HOP

10/28/2010 2 comments

I was once a V8 drinking smoker, a Texas figure skater, a cowboy boot wearing hippie, a shy salesperson, a red meat eating Prius driver, an IT socialite, and now a middle-class suburban HIP-HOP fan.  I am a Paradox.  What is a paradox? A paradox is a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is true.  I’ve spent my life negotiating the disparity between my personality, compensating for the fear that I am perceived as a poser, striving to prove that I am honest until today.  Today finally I am honest with myself as I embrace my paradox and I embrace my inner HIP-HOP. Haters, listen up.  The times they are a changin’..

Let it burn.  A new en-LIGHT-enment is beginning in HIP-HOP, paralleling the universality of technology.  Let it burn.  HIP-HOP is a culture born of society’s uneducated that fed on knowledge, society’s starving that have provided jobs and sustenance to their neighborhoods, society’s resource-less that overcame adversity.  The accomplishments of the HIP-HOP community are art and paradoxes in and of themselves and finally the culture is gaining momentum as it is reborn for the hundredth time.

Following the release of Kanye’s Runaway, there is backlash from haters as often follows Kanye’s beaconing ego.  I’m guilty of my own Kanye hatership, but that ship has sailed.  As I read recently on a fellow blog, the new hate is love.  Lame-ist attitudes are like totally last year kids.  The backlash is often a result of an artist’s ability to have vision beyond his/her canvas, outline, or genre.  In short, Kanye is different; he is a Paradox, incongruous to the rappers and the musicians prior to him, thus his credibility is shamed by the masses.  Leaders, a smaller percentage of the population, work hard to slowly bring haters over until the art is accepted and considered popular.  True artistry culminates at that moment when forever the world’s barometer of appreciation has been re-calibrated.  The paradox? The leader is never the popular and the popular is never the leader.  He is the ultimate ironic paradox, fitting for one of the ultimate kings of HIP-HOP. Loved as much as he is hated, hated as much as he is loved, Kanye West is an artist, a leader, and yet he is popular.

Kanye West is an outlandish Phoenix (see Runaway)–A bird too big for contemporary society, but destined to be remembered and statued (yes I made it up) for future generations–generations that are already catching on that it is the unpopular that soon warrants popularity. Grassroots artists are gaining popularity as hatership fades into the dark past of previous generations and the new generation thrives on embracing connections and community social endeavors (see Facebook).  The lessons of HIP-HOP are spreading to the masses, defying its roots of locality.  The movement will be protested by all sides, but in the end HIP-HOP is a Paradox; I am a Paradox and I am HIP-HOP.  Maybe you, too, have recognized the complexity of your own growth? You are a Paradox and You are HIP-HOP.

This post was inspired by an anonymous and very insightful employee of EMC that I am happy to have begun working with during my first few months at SwervePoint.

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Gangsta’s Galaxy

10/16/2010 Leave a comment

Someday we’ll ALL be-be-be

With enough opportunity,

Someday you’ll see-see-see

It’s just them and me-me-me

In this gangster’s galaxy….

 

It’s emotional warfare,

Showing someone that I care,

My hormones are on a tear..

I’m painting all these cities red,

High speed chases with the feds,

Dosing self-prescribed meds,

I’m on my way to scene this play,

End this drama, make it all okay

I wish I might I wish I may,

Give me wishes, wishes every night,

Ease my soul’s dragging plight,

Every side’s tired of this fight.

Unlock my looming beast,

End those vamps’ evil feasts,

Last week’s minced meats…

Is this Coolio’s paradise?

 

Someday we’ll ALL be-be-be

With enough opportunity,

Someday you’ll see-see-see

It’s just them and me-me-me

In this gangster’s galaxy….

 

Now I hide my scars behind bars,

Prison made by them on Mars,

These guys will test and prod,

All obsessed with hot new rods,

But none of them have C.O.D.,

Cept a few men with the music,

Wayne, West, Jayz, n’ Ludacris,

Topping out rappers Forbes list,

Inspiring favorite local artists,

Tagging my heart like a fist

A fist in the chest,

marks on my breast,

a love unconfessed,

Weezy is a self-said alien,

But he’ll always be THE ill-ien,

Delivering me from shackles,

Feeding boys to the mackerels.

 

Someday we’ll ALL be-be-be

With enough opportunity,

Someday you’ll see-see-see

It’s just them and me-me-me

In this gangster’s galaxy….

 

BE SEECH ME BE SEECH ME,

I’l bring the skelton key,

open the door to be free,

No more borders, No more mortars,

Bring down this house of horrors,

Do you want just this or more?

Ask yourself. Cuz while you’ve been thugging,

I’ve been hugging, not out mugging.

Laying my head down to pray instead of slugging,

Until that day we’ll all be sleeping,

With the fishes, ‘stead of with your missus,

Save us from this planet, show you Venus,

We can escape these daily trials, just trust

Or who will be first in that hearse?

Let’s hold on and end the curse.

Hold my hand till each line blurs….

 

Someday we’ll ALL be-be-be

With enough opportunity,

Someday you’ll see-see-see

It’s just them and me-me-me

In this gangster’s galaxy….

 

Someday we’ll ALL be-be-be

With enough opportunity,

Someday you’ll see-see-see

It’s just you and me-me-me

In this gangster’s galaxy….