Back when music was authentic.

Back when artists used actual BANDS, not 40 ‘hype-men’ on stage flailing arms and repeating lyrics.

Back when getting shot didn’t secure you a record deal.

Back when you had just your voice, not a mega-producer with samples.

Back when you didn’t have to glorify murder to get respect.

Back when you could buy clothes that ACTUALLY fuckin fit and still be considered ‘cool.’ (so ghey)

Back when you couldn’t sell an album completely based on how much money you have (or pretend to have).

Back when the only gimmick you needed to sell was something called ‘talent.’

Back when music was real. When it was was great….MAN i need a time machine. I can imagine what the older generations think about our music now. After seeing the likes of James Brown, BB King, Chuck Berry or Al Green live—I’d wanna slap a kid square in the face who came up to me talking about a damn Young Jeezy. Are you serious? I shouldn’t have to get into heated discussions with people who continue to believe that most of these assholes you are force fed daily have actual talent. More often than not I just look at them blankly and continue on my way.

Tired Of Being Alone By Al Green

I can understand people who enjoy today’s music. I try not fault people’s individual tastes (failing more often than not). I can’t understand how people (especially Black people) have no idea who Dizzy Gillespie or John Coltrane are, but know every word to the latest shitty Dipset CD. How is that possible?

A true test of what people call classic is if they are still playing it 40 years later. Are there people out there who think 36 Mafia and Fisty Cent are going to be remembered and revered? What have they REALLY done for Black music? Music in general?

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