It’s amazing for me to see these kids who are my dynamic opposite be motivated by the same thing I was when I started rapping. Interesting to note…hip-hop is the norm these days which, according to everything I learned as a kid, makes it the thing to rebel against. Of course, when I say “hip-hop” I’m basically talking about the general public’s understanding of it…according to whatever is force fed to them via mainstream channels. These kids are me in 6th grade in some strange but familiar parallel universe. It’s bugging me out.
“Death of the Boombox” is a song that I did on the “WORKING MAN” album by Prolyphic & Buddy Peace. It also features our Brooklyn fam, the Metermaids. This song is not a rehashing of the played out “hip-hop is dead” argument, nor is it a eulogy for the revered portable stereos of the past. It is an energetic return to a lost moment in time when sharing music with friends didn’t involve an internet connection. Songs were simply blasted throughout the neighborhood from two speakers perched on top of a b-boy’s shoulder. “Dig…put your back into it.”
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I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest.
I need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind,
I need to find a piece of mind to rest in.
I need to find someone to confide in then let the rest in.
I need to start resting.
Needless to say, I couldn’t hide.
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