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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Do We Really Need More Fried Chicken In Our Lives?

Before I start off, a few thoughts: has anyone heard from Cam’Ron yet? June 1st was a few days ago and I still haven’t heard as much as a peep from the guy. Not that I’m anticipating anything enthralling, but I’m still cracking up on that “vacation home” video. I’ve even started barking “Get my fuckin’ pool in the back!” when I score during pickup basketball games at the park. But I digress.

Anyways, in case you didn’t realize, June is not only historical since it marks the month where slaves were emancipated and, um, the birth of Tupac, but it’s also Black Music Month. So you know what that means: not only will we see an influx of rappers popping up in commercials during primetime hours (I'm looking in your direction, Clifford), but they’ll be a shitload of corporations telling us to purchase their poisons in the name of this shit, as if they gave a fuck about it in the first place.

And that’s the thing: if the TIs really cared about preserving the music and culture (and we all know they don't), they would do more than offer dumbass contests, as in the case of perennial kryptonite makers KFC [1]. For all the billions that corporation makes pushing off fried chicken, you’d think they’d give more than just a half a day’s worth of studio time and a guest slot on Rap City to the winner. Making millions off someone else’s hard work (albeit a shitty jingle, but hard work nonetheless) while giving them a couple greenbacks is unevenly wrong on so many levels.

And if you really think about it, does the hip-hop community need more of this shit? It’s bad enough there’s beef (e-thugs are running this rap shit now?), gunplay, drug and alcohol abuse, misogyny, Fagitry, underage sex and Lord knows what else running rampant. The last thing I need is a bunch of jigs going around telling me how a fucking bucket of chicken helps increase the peace in the hood. Besides, wasn’t there already a YouTube video for that shit last year?

Bottom line is, if you honestly care about the music that’s shaped generations upon generations as well as generations to come, rapping about KFC, Newports, Budweiser or whatever is about as useful as me going to church and falling asleep during the service [2]; the message falls through the cracks and therefore doesn’t mean shit. Going to one of the many free hip-hop concerts going on throughout the summer in New York and still donating supports the culture more. A ditty about some drumsticks? Not so much.

[1] Those honey barbeque boneless wings be that crack, though.

[2] I’ll save my religious rants for another blog.

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