Hip Hop 2

Like the ride at the amusement park about to get shut down. Like that kid at school everyone continues to talk about..

Hip Hop, I wish things could have been different. Would have been nice for a different place or time. Everywhere I go you’re there. Yet I don’t consider you a friend of mine. There’s a lot of talk of who you used to be. Not the person I’ve come to see. Someone else sought after even before the birth of me. Starting out in the ghetto amongst the poor. You gave hope to those who felt life became a battle not worth fighting for. That’s the person I wish I could have known. A friend there for you willing to speak up and encourage. Though that wasn’t the person I was shown.

People talk about you continuously. Some good. Some bad. Usually these talks just include reminiscing of a distant past. Hip Hop had a purpose. Hip Hop stood for something. That summarizes what is generally said. You were hip, cool, and so in style. You were that popular kid every one wanted to know about. Always at the parties. Hanging on the stoop. You were everywhere. Simply brand new. That was back then before I knew you.

Really people can’t get mad at you. How many people do you know are the same as an adult as when they were a child? You grew up. People just thought that you would at least stay who you were as much as possible when you got older. Though you didn’t. You changed. No longer do you respect and inspire. I cant say I like you right now. Money became your main concern. Your life took an unexpected turn. Personally, I’m just asking be who you once were every once in a while. Even if just for a second, it would be nice to hear a song that can make me smile. The new friends you made are turning you into the person you once hated. This letter may be a waste because you aren’t going to change until you see that you went wrong.

Overall, just wanted to say it would have been nice to meet the old you. Would have been nice for a different place or time. For you to have become a friend of mine. To make our own memories. Who was I kidding though? Nothing lasts forever.