They try to revive him
But his breathing started to decrease
Slowly as he tried to inhale the little bit of oxygen
That's flowing to his brain
But he's not taking in anything substantial
It's like he's been smolder and strangled
He's just not talking straight
His words are coming out like a drunken man's mess
It's blurs & bleeps & contradictions
And then it slowly turns into whispers
At 10:30
On a Wednesday night
He was finally pronounced dead
Past away, left, & slayed
Fuck, it's such as shame
The doctors believe it was heart failure
But I would have to disagree
Because that was the night hip hop died
And it was no accident
It was homicide, cold blooded murder
Author notes
as soon as it became mainstream
it slowly started to withered away.
A contest entry
- died by Melissa Gayle.
700 points, ended August 8, 2008, 17 entries
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Agreed
Totally and completely agreed. But yanno some times we still get lucky and hip hop manages to take in another strangled breath. This was AMAZING.
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You speak the sad sad truth Sister.Remember when it was ART????? And hip hop artists didn't sell themselves for a few bucks?? Remember when they were feared because they were unknown and they spoke the truth about real issues???
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yep yep
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dude you are amazing. like i can do literal and imagery but you can use conceit and metaphor like crazy. you're just bawllin and i miss you!!! lol where is it you live now?? are you near yonkers?
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All music becomes passez lol just as our parent's stuff is naff, ours is to the next lot of kids...that's the never ending circle of it.
C
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