Remember when a girl could wear her hat to the back, a hockey jersey, baggy jeans, and combat boots and still be considered feminine because she had a full face of makeup including the chestnut lined lips with shiny gold lipstick? Thrown a little African jewelry and you had a FIT! Now you must be half-naked to be considered a sexy woman. Remember when Diddy was Puffy and he was the mack in the back (not the chump in the front) giving us the HOT beats of Mary J. Blige, and the rest of the Uptown crew? Now he cheats on his beautiful, Black girlfriend with white and latin girls. Remember when rap was about intricate lyrics, the Wu-Tang Clan were the kings of Hip Hop, Jay-Z was good, Biggie and Pac were still alive, rap was still conscious, there a variety of rap voices and the only thing out of the south was Outkast? Now all we have are “hood niggas,” southern faker cheerleaders, and in the closet ex drug dealers and gun runners. Remember when R&B girls didn’t walk around naked and sang songs that were about feelings and emotions not money and material items? Now we have girls sing about furs and clothes. Remember when a dark skin girl could get a record contract without winning a national contest, black people acknowledged weaved in tresses were about white supremacy, soul was making a comeback with Maxwell & crew, light skin boys were in style, any color Black girl was in style, and there were Black TV shows on the major networks? Damn, I’m old.
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