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.
You see you can't knock the hustle when we lived street dreams filled with ambitions where everybody was looking for something.
A system saying we grew up as screw ups, in an era that hip hop was the expression of the urban struggle.
I embraced the culture, the music and rules of the game that made me an animal.
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.