Monday, May 28, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007


I feel like an old lady when I reminisce about the hip hop that I grew up was the music of my voice...of the world I felt familiar with. The hip hop the world knew had no voice...and I worried that my little brother would not get to experience the music of our generation...the movement of our generation. But somehow it made its way into his world in its own voice. Peep his friend Mike voicing his own movement.