Brown sugar.
Thats what they called hip hop in its earliest form.
Before the DJ-in, the Sampling and the Scratching, the Rapping and the Beatboxing.
Before the five pillars of Hip Hop.
Its purest form.
The music that changed the world as we know it today.
The Force that captured the essence of Martin, Malcolm and Mandela and rained it down to the people behind the grease and the oil. The blue collared ebony skinned backbone of the American revolution.
The revival of the black people.
The rebellion of an entire race weaved into the fabric thats music.
Hip hop wasn't dissing and burning.
It was hope and joy mixed into the souls of the people who couldn't voice out what they needed to say.
After 'Pac and Biggie and DMX and Snoop Dog and Dre and Jay and a few others face-lifted the art we tend to forget its roots. These legends brought us into the future but enabled us to forget the roots. The beginning.
In the 50s there was no classification of music.
There was stereotypes like Rhythm and Blues or Soul and Gospel.
There was Brown Sugar.
This song moved me.. almost to tears.
The stories made me feel and weep for all those girls suffering out there.
The music made me wish i was back in the 70s, with the black folk toiling in the elitist America. It made me yearn for the songs they sang about suffering and life and love.
I hope you find a connection to this too.
