You know how it goes. Shes bad news. Shes no good for you. But shes hot. Youve been with smarter and safer ones. Your parents have introduced you to others but they just dont connect. They just dont have it. So you tough it out. Shes everywhere and shes passionate but there are so many nights when you wonder what she saying, even though she sounds damn good saying it.
Shes at all times playful, aggressive, and raunchy. Sure shes cliché, but what in life isnt? We live in a world of patterns and rhythms. Yeah you beat it. Its yours. You hear the whispers. Shes a slut, shes a ho, shes a freak, got a different dude every day of the week. Everybody got something bad to say about her but everybody is eyeing her. Dressing their girl friends up just like her. Getting the same haircut like she Halle in Boomerang, or Toni Braxton when she was a church girl. All the girls want to be like her but none of them will admit it. Yeah they make friends with her, they collaborate. They occasionally embrace, but in the back of their minds, shes always going to be too hood. But even with all that, you still think of her.
Then you grow older. She used to be well-defined but she gained weight. Those hips used to be firm but now shes jingling baby. You think about how long youve been together and the words of echo in your head. You too old to be f***ing with that hood rat, they say. For the first time in your life, you start to listen. She calls you every day to see how youre doing. She baby sits your kids while you go out with other women. Now your kids embrace her the way you used to, and now she related to them better than you.
Is it her fault for taking care of the ones who listen? Are you being fair to her? Isnt she the reason why you can wear your braided hair to work? Shes the reason Stuart Scott can go Boo Yeah! without the white guy next to him giving him the WTF look? Believe it or not, even Senator Obama owes a bit of his penetration into the Clinton Campaign Coochie to 30 years of cultural diffusion and bigotry erosion among the youth due to her voice. Shes so beautifully ugly. She airs our dirty business and those who have something to hide get so ashamed. Perhaps you count yourself among them. Shes the ultimate n****r. Loud and obnoxious. She makes you ashamed to be who you are but at the heart, through all the changes you make, she IS who you are. I know, sometimes you just cant fuck with her. She came into money and she gave you her ass to kiss. The more she talks the less you understand her. The whole relationship has become a fiasco.
Thats the beauty of it. She will always evolve. She will always change. Its not for you to decide who she deals with cause thats not your b***h. You share that girl. If you dont like how she looks its because you have abandoned her. She doesnt walk down the block anymore. Shes streaming audio. She doesnt live in your Walkman or Discman anymore. Perhaps you dont trust her because you dont know where she lives. You dont know who shes f***ing with right now. Why is it that you love her so much but you dont know where to find her? Everything you always loved about her exists in multiples now (as well as whatever you didnt like), yet all you can see is the ugly. You keep going to her old haunts, even though you know she doesnt live there anymore. Youre on the radio, knowing that what you want doesnt exist there anymore, but rather than look for her you sit on her old stoop and complain.
Well I still love her. Ive loved her for most of my life. I can admit that I dont always get her. But I also remember who she really was. I remember an all white group called Young Black Teenagers whos ridiculous slogan was Black is a state of mind. I hear talk of how shes full of gimmicks now, but I remember EPMD having Its Time to Party, and the horrendous N.W.A. bomb Give em Something to Dance To. I remember the venerable Geto Boys having a dancing, Black, one-eyed midget. I remember the first big song we had (Rappers Delight) containing an entire jacked verse that was so poorly hidden, the rapper didnt even remove the original emcees name (shout to Grandmaster Caz). The more things change, the more they stay the same.
The 90s worshippers should stop lying to themselves. Stop looking at her through beer goggles. Shes a bad b***h no doubt. But she had freckles. Her breasts arent the same size. Sometimes when she went out, her socks didnt match. I know you connect her with a time in your life. I know you met her in that tight ass illmatic baby tee. I know she put you through Hell on Earth. I know yall smoked that Chronic together. I know the feeling. But at the same time one of your best buddies Common was talking bout he USED to love her. In an era that contained Enter the Wu-tang, Muddy Waters, Doggystyle, Ready To Die, and a host of other albums. She just cant make you guys happy.
I love her though. Shes not perfect, but shes taken me all across the country. Shes gotten me into shows, shes gotten me new friends, and shes helped me get the ability to speak to the world through a keyboard. I dont hit it on stage. I hit it at home, and on the road. My era is past but not so much that I dont recognize that shes always fly. Its not for me to tell her that as long as Kool G Rap, Andre 3000, Common, Kane, KRS, Nas, Jigga, Scarface, Ice Cube and dozens of others still breathe, Lil Wayne (or anybody new for that matter, no disrespect) saying hes the best rapper alive is ridiculous. But its not my job to tell youth who they like. She still got a phatty. If they say Lupe or Wayne is the man right now, then thats what walks. Whoever pays her the most attention is who calls the shots. So walk away from my girl. If youve outgrown her then fine let her be. In the words of the immortal Diana Ross Why dont you be a man about it, and set me free. If you dont love her, then loosen your grip, drop the pen, drop the mic, and walk away. Let her move on with her life. Just remember that the longer you stay away the harder it is to come home. Happy Belated Valentines Day Hip-Hop. Your boy still loves you.