So, I'm driving home, thinking about a lot. I went to the grave where Soulja Slim was said to have been buried, but I didn't find him. The wind started getting to me, so I left early. I almost screwed the undercarriage up 3 times driving in the 7th ward. Anyway, I got to thinking about my music and where I want to go with it. I realize that there is a possibility that in time, someone would want to buy some of my music, but what music would they do? Bigger question is do I go along as a silent partner to whatever they are rapping about? Seeing as I would be laying down the beat for them, it would almost be as if I put a big co-signature under the rhymes. I then came to the following conclusion: I will NOT sell my beats for the purpose of gangsta, murderous lyrics. Being from New Orleans, I KNOW how badly some people want to fit in, so they adopt the lifestyle that they hear and see, knowing it's not who they are. Being the opponent of violence, I don't believe I do my cause a service by advocating storytellers to "report how it's going on in the streets." C'mon, rappers. That "CNN of the hood" excuse is tired. If you aren't banging, don't put it on a track. If you are, you're not telling people about it over my beats. I know I'm probably gonna be passing up on some good money at some point, but doing my part to break this cycle of thuggish hypocrisy is priceless. C'mon artists. Hip-hop is a CULTURE. I'm sure there's more going on in your mind than adapting a lifestyle that may cause more pain than pleasure, especially if you don't ACTUALLY live it. A bold statement, you bet, but I'm willing to deal with everything that comes with it. Keep flowin'.
-B
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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