Yet another rap dude‘s home has been raided behind the search for alleged drugs & other bad guy paraphenilia. This is becoming quite commonplace.
In all actuality, though, things like this happen in the hood all day, everyday, like clock work. Cops patrol, see some activity, nose around a bit, find out who has what, & it’s a wrap. Nobody ever really makes a big deal out of it because it’s unwritten law that all is fair in the neighborhood. A real-life cops & robbers, so to speak. But, once you start dealing with careers & livelihoods & what have you, the rules should change. In other words, if you “made it,” all the petty contact with police officers one should have should be about their own security. Not their right to remain silent. Besides, isn’t that the whole reason for leaving the hood in the first place?”
With all the “Hip Hop police” talk that goes on & all the attempts to dispel the myth that such an organization even exists, it sure is a lot of rappers going to jail on a somewhat consistent basis. I’m just saying; coincidence & happenstance are 2 different things.
Far be it from me to try & point out who I think the genuine criminals are in the rap game (I wouldn’t start with rappers if I did). But, the thing is, I don’t have to. They do it themselves. & even if they don’t do anything per se, just take Marc Hall for a prime example of what happens when (openly) “keeping it real” goes wrong. Back in the day, I would’ve never thought the cops/feds/Man would ever stoop so low as to troll rap music for urban information transference. But, I guess that’s no different than the cops driving down my block & “overhearing” the homie tell me about the quantity of illegal narcotics he has available for distribution. (You’d be surprised.) Technically, if you admit something of your own valition, that has nothing to do with you getting caught, because again, all is fair in the neighborhood. Also, that’s what lawyers are for.
The music takes a back seat to the images I see so regularly, though, thanks to the ‘Net (among other things). I’ve seen rappers snort cocaine on camera & post it on Worldstarhiphop.com, inviting the witnessing world into their insanity. You don’t think somebody, somewhere, saw that? Nigga please. At the very least, one day their children might see them sniffing coke, which is the ultimate snitchery, if you ask me. Kiss all that “just say no” bullshit goodbye.
Rap music is from the “streets,” & the streets stay telling it’s constituents to be quiet & all that. However, being “quiet” defies every rule rap music was built upon. You’d have to be Helen Keller not to appreciate that hilarious contradiction. If you’re anything like me, though, you know that music should only be consumed at it’s specific entertainment value, & you could care less if a dude is really the drug dealer he insists he is. But if he is, my best guess says it’s not that smart for him to make songs about it. Like how a human trafficker wouldn’t do a stand-up comedy routine about smuggling a baby.
Someone will pay more attention to what you say than you want (just because) & that would really suck, because smuggling babies is a little worse than selling drugs.