So I was at Best Buy today picking up the latest installment in a certain anime series. After finding what i was looking for (Baki the Grappler #9 if anyone was wondering) I took the scenic route to the checkout. This led me to the RaP Section. It took me a minute to notice something....
Before I get into that, let me give you all a little backstory. I was, and in light of recent years in "so-called" hip-hop, I truly do mean WAS a rapper. In my youth I enjoyed a moderate amount of success in my region - but this was in the heyday of the artform which has long-since passed so I will now digress to the story at hand...
I found myself frozen for a few ticks as I realized that I was being inundated with, for lack of a better or more fitting word, Niggerdom. I actually couldn't move for a moment as I optically ingested this Homogenized Feast of Niggerness. Ever one of them the same; Hat cocked, excessive jewelry, tattoos, whores and bastardized spelling. I was angry. Very angry.
It is moments like these when I feel like We don't have a leg to stand on. Then I'm forced to take the "detached" approached. You know, the one that Sisters had to take when asked "how do you feel when rappers use the B-Word?" "Well, They're not talking about me!"
Bullshit. There is no escape just escapism. I would suggest to all of you to open your eyes... or die in your sleep. THE MATRIX HAS YOU.