An on-going monologue of how hip hop saved my life

It was all a dream, I was hooked on a gangsters paradise and sleep-walked through that valley of the shadow of death. It was me against the world with money on my mind, the lyrics just made sense.

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

You see you can't knock the hustle when we lived street dreams filled with ambitions where everybody was looking for something. 

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

A system saying we grew up as screw ups, in an era that hip hop was the expression of the urban struggle. 

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c)

I embraced the culture, the music and rules of the game that made me an animal. 

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c) 

Portraits of the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance Company 2013 - Sid Naidu Photography (c) 

We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create dreams
— Unknown

The full release of my portrait work done for the Urban Hip Hop Union Dance team during one of their practices for the Ontario University Competition for Hip Hop this year.  

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