The HI(S)tory of Hip Hop

This is HI(S)tory

The history of hip hop

Of breakdancin, freestylin

Scat, graffiti, and bebop

So funkdafied, The music of my soul.

I never knew throughout the years

That my love for you would grow.

You are my hip hop.

The only song I yearn to know,

And though I've tried it more than once

I cannot seem to let you go.

I've learned the lyrics

They are embedded in my mind

And every time I lose the melody

The song replays and it reminds me

Once again

Of how things used to be

"The perfect verse over a more perfect beat"

At night I dance

To the rhythm of your drum

And though they say Hip hop has died

I say your time has yet to come

And though I've tried

To find a substitute

No other genre

Can take the place of you

You are true hip hop

And though the imitators try

They'll never be you,

Because you've set the standard high

The change in times

have left me longing for your sound

But the birth new school can't replace the underground

Music today has strayed far from its roots

It has no meaning, but your message is the truth

I press repeat, I want to hear your song again

Lost in the rhythm, don't want the song to ever end

But then I realize that it ended long ago

The curtain's closing. This is the ending of the show

I must confess though, before it's time to go.

HIP HOP I LOVE YOU. The only love I'll ever know!!!


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