Music... Hip Hop Especially.

It's like my girlfriend.

I really view music (Hip Hop especially) and look at it like its my girl. The last track on my debut album PRINCE is called "My Fist Up"--I'm telling a story about Hip Hop as a woman who was killed that I was IN love with.

But really--not to contradict myself--Hip Hop's not dead. It IS very much alive... it just isn't what it used to be. I feel like I'm in a relationship with HER...and she's turned to the wrong crowd. She's gotten HERself into the things that she wasn't into when HER and I first got together. In the beginning of our relationship, she would shut down all the people who would try to influence HER badly. But something happened somewhere in 2006... One horrible artist became a fan favorite, and she let that drug get a hold of HER. It kept HER. And we all know that one drug leads to another, so she's been intoxicated ever since.


I spoke to an old friend not too long ago, who doesn't know much about Hip Hop, and he said "So have you been shot yet? You can't get signed unless you have at least 3 bullet wounds." I've never laughed so hard..

So what do you do when you see the one you love ruin HER life and slowly kill HERself? I know some people would walk away after trying so hard to change their love and make things the way they used to be... But dammit, I'm determined. It's GOING to happen. Hip Hop's gonna go back to the fun it used to be! I don't even need to speak on the subject any further. I'll just say this:

The Cause - Crown Holders

The Effect - You'll See


...you ready yet? Haha

-Comodity!!