I think it is rare when someone comes along and tests the boundaries of “the mold”. When a Shawn Corey Carter rises from the concrete of the Marcy Houses of the NY city sidewalks, or a Kanye West busts through the constitutional ways of the ATL. When an incredibly brilliant young Aubrey Drake, can go from Degrassi training wheels to red eye flights stopping in Houston, Atlanta, Vegas, and Toronto. Someone who surprises us all with not only a college degree, but a way with words that take the colors of black, red and yellow and smear them into a beautiful baby blue that collide to create Cole’s World one Nation under Roc.
We come from an era of child support and baby daddies, a time of 26inch rims and big body caddis. And somewhere in all this bull shit, came a spark of hope that ignited the flame of lyrical genius. As we sit back and hope, that this legacy goes on, we watch in awe and route for the next music video to drop, the next tour date to be launched, and the next bars to be spit. The great aspiration of hip hop’s future.
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