by Angela Malele

Hip Hop you’re the love of my life
‘The Light’
on ‘Nas is Like’
when I’m ‘Rising Down’
you raise me up
could it be you’re my ‘Healer’
from the dealer on the block?
‘Hip Hop is dead’
say it ain’t so
couldn’t leave  it even when
Common told me to ‘Go!’
a testimony
blinded by ‘Flashing Lights’
of  ‘Definition’
couldn’t find the words to
‘Say something’ just ‘Say something’
So, I guess I’m not a ‘Jeanius’
Complex shade of Grae
With a touch of Weezy
and just a hint of Jay
Hip Hop you’re bigger than the cosmos
You’re my nigger
When I’m being socio-political
You’re my hoe
When I want to get horizontal
Yeah, you’re the love of my life
like jerk chicken, corn bread, beans and rice
You’re my surreal painting
On bridges and buildings
You’re my freestyle rapalicious
Constant state of conscious leanings
You’re my global connection to distant lands
Ghana , Nigeria , Congo and the rest of the Motherland
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Let the booming beats forever resonate
The voice of generations
Global Ghetto Nations
Spaceship ‘ATLiens’
Cosmic destinations
‘Stankonia’ vibrations
Intellectual stimulations
Historical destinations
Elemental manifestations of
Scientific orientation

Hip-Hopology by Angela Malele

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