In the
streets
Inside the
cyphers, from the battles lost and the battles won
From the
back of the crowd to the spotlight
Of Las
Vegas’ World Hiphop
Krump it.
Jab it. Stomp it. Buck it. Break it. Pop it. Lock it.
Find the
momentum as you spin with your head
And not
your toes – unlike them bun-heads in their tutus
Keeping it
real – unpolished, unperfected
Poets have
their pens
Photographers
have their cameras
Singers
have their voice
We have
our bodies, the beat and the floor
And our
hearts that is the constant rhythm in every move
The
instrument that’s been poured all over
Expression
through movement
“Remember
this because this is who I am”
Not just a
label or a genre
But a
lifestyle
Inhaling
hip hop, exhaling hip hop
Through
dance, words, music and art
Art that you
would call ‘vandalising’
Colours
bursting to express hip hop’s identity
But stuck
inside an aerosol can
Waiting
for a blank canvas large enough to hold what needs to be said
