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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Hip-Hop = BangBus

A few days ago I got off early from my job [1] and was driving home in silence since my iPod had died [2]. Passing by a high school, I noticed a couple overdeveloped female students loudly singing R. Kelly’s “I’m A Flirt [3]” while at the stop light. The sight one of the shorties crew with a massive rack (yeah I know) gyrating to the song got me wondering if hip-hop music really is good for the kids again (click here).

The soundscape of urban music has drastically changed from the time I graduated high school myself, which was less than ten years ago. Granted, we had our fair share of gun talk (“Stop Being Greedy”), misogyny (“Still Not A Player”) and materialistic bullshit (“If You Think I’m Jiggy”), but there once was a time when radio stations mixed in songs with social awareness as well (“Royalty,” “Elevators (Me & You)”). I would say the soundtrack of my past produced better results in the community today, but seeing as how I drive past a shitload of bums my age every day, that obviously isn’t the case.

One thing I’ve noticed is that a lot of the popular songs today are filled with a lot of sexual content in either the lyrics or the accompanying video. With teenage sex and pregnancy rates at an all-time high, some of the blame could be placed on the extremely vivid images and depictions displayed in the media. Factor in the hormones in all the chicken we eat nowadays that have 14 year olds looking like porn stars, and is it any wonder why Akon caught some flak last week for dry-humping a ninth-grader in Trinidad?

(Although in Trinidad, it’s not as taboo to boink a teenager as it is in the States since most of them already have children by the ripe age of 17, but I digress.)

Anyways, the easy solution could be for parents to monitor what their kids listen to. That way, they’ll be celibate long enough to aspire to be something other than a fluffer for weed carriers. Personally I think it’s disgusting listening to a 40-year old sexual deviant bragging about bagging another man’s woman, and my future seeds will catch a two-piece and a buttered biscuit if I caught wind of them listening to that shit. But it’s also the responsibility of the radio stations and record labels to know better than to have that shit playing in the morning. Hip-hop was once an innocent means of conveying a person’s emotions. Now it looks like that innocence is lost.

[1] Because blogging doesn’t keep my lights on.

[2] And unlike my nerdy blogging brother from another mother Andres, I refuse to listen to any sort of radio programming.

[3] There’s so many wrong ways I can go with this scenario, but I’m trying to be serious this time.

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