The Confession

I’m going to share a secret with you.

Hip Hop was NEVER - and I repeat NEVER - meant for the Limelight.

It was never meant to be seen or discussed - only experienced.

It is this small insight, this small kernel, that blasts away the foolishness we call Social Media.

That’s right people - Hip Hop was not meant to be a social tool.

It is - like all Spiritual tools - meant to be totally PERSONAL.

Mother Hip Hop only speaks to you, not to groups of you.

Like the Yellow Dress of Sister Soror or the Guardian Angels of Christianity, it is one-to-one.

And in this regard, I respect Mother Hip Hop’s wishes and her prophecies.

She provides insights and we must adhere to her directives.

Like Natural Law, Hip Hop is a directive we follow to live fulfilling lives.

So, you may be asking, what are you saying MB - break it down - make it make sense.

This difference, what I call active participation, is CRUCIAL to your success.

Let me give a scenario.

If there was a school and 10 people walked up the steps to the school and 3 remained on the steps.

Once inside, the remaining 7 walk to the first door and 2 remain there.

Once past the door, the remaining 5 walk to the classroom door labeled Truth and Reality.

3 are afraid and only 2 walk in the classroom and are personally trained by Mother Hip Hop.

Now that you know the scenario, let me ask you a question as if you are an Investigative Reporter.

When you arrive to the school, it has been announced that Mother Hip Hop has retired and relocated overseas to a remote island.

But you still need to get your story.

• Would you trust the 3 teens on the steps to give accurate information about Mother Hip Hop?

• Would you trust the 2 teens lingering at the first door?

• Would you trust the 3 fearful teens biting their nails outside the classroom door?

So I’m asking you, who should you interview for the TRUTH?

The Insight

Are you scratching your head, wondering what the H*** I’m talking about?

Let me translate the truth for you.

The 8 teens that did not go into the classroom are the Rappers you see on TV and on Social Media.

Because you never met the 2 teens personally taught by Mother Hip Hop, you ASSUME AND ACCEPT these teens are the authority on Hip Hop.

And since you need your story, you interview the 8 teens and now that their image has been SPLASHED all over television, each of them becomes FAMOUS.

However, there are rumors lingering in the newsroom.

You’ve been told there are 2 People that were personally taught by Mother Hip Hop and they are the PRIMARY resources for your story.

After you spend countless hours searching for these people, you manage to track them down.

The man is a LONER working as a Librarian in an obscure suburb.

The woman is MARRIED with three children and she spends her time teaching gardening.

Although you remind them who you are, they refuse to speak on their past and claim they are moving forward with their lives.

As you walk away from the woman’s garden, you overhear some young adults talking about the woman’s intense 2 hour freestyle and you rush over.

“What do you mean two hour freestyle? Of the Original 8 Chambers, none of them have ever done anything longer than 15 minutes, how is this possible?”

The young adults stare intensely at you and start yelling.

Stranger Danger - Stranger Danger!

Suddenly, the woman appears and asks you to leave.

You get in your car and you are upset.

It doesn’t make sense.

If these people are the 2 Primary Sources and were personally taught by Mother Hip Hop, why would they NOT share their stories?

You shrug your shoulders, start your Toyota Camry, and drive away.

When you arrive back at the newsroom, you relay what happened to you.

Your boss laughs.

“See, I told you. Those rumors were a waste of time. If those people are who they claim, why haven’t they signed recording contracts. Let me rephrase. If you were the original 2 rappers, why would you say no to millions of dollars?”

He walks away and you sit at your desk.

Something is bothering you.

You peer at the tv and the original 8 rappers are hosting an Awards Show.

But you can’t let the thought go. . . . . .

What if my story is wrong?