My Ode to Hip Hop

Wrote this back in highschool, and I lost ALL evidence of the original. I've been trying to recall the whole poem from memory since Friday, and after a drink or two, it finally hit me yesterday:

Is it strange that I call you my Hip Hop?

Strange was not my intention,

I’ve only witnessesd your transition

From that B-Boy stance on the party scene

To that “thug” on the block with that gangsta lean

And if I have to give it all away, I wouldn’t decline

Just you hear that bass line thump one more time

Hip Hop…

I’ve watched you extol the inspiration

To move generations

Of different faces and races

Closer to making Changes with strangers

That you could just

Connect

The way the needle connects with the vinyl,

The way my pen connect with paper

The way I connect with

You

I can’t help the fact

That I just want to lie back and be

Overwhelmed by your stroke

Of pure genius

I want to make the rearview shake

I want to make the seats vibrate

And if you let me,

I want to create a whole ‘nother melody with you

Getting lost in your synths

Up and down between proving claims

Of me scream your name

Though the forms have changed

You’re still one in the same

Just to wake up again

With my head on your chest

As we rest

Listening to your bass line thump

One

More

Time

Because

I am in love with the music

I am in love with Hip Hop

I am in love with You