(ヒップホップ)(musique)(hip)(хоп) Dont stop the flow

HIP HOP IS FOOD
Hip Hop is a given gift from God given to each one of us. It comes in different forms whether its dancing, art, or poetry. Hip Hop is a flow, a movement in which causes the Hip Hop community to break free from the negative vibes from this dark world. Hip Hop is the main source to a positive vibe for the Hip Hop community. Hip Hop cannot be taken from the community. IT CANNOT BE TAKEN!

THE CYPHER
I was thirteen at that time, it was my first time going into a Cypher in Downtown LA. B-boy beats and Hip-Hop rhythms moved across my ear as I walked through the concrete session floor. Cyphers were all around me with B-boys heads spinning through the floor , with Poppers popping each part of their body's and with Krumpers swinging their arm swings all around the concrete. Amazed and blown away by the Cypher, I took everything in of what the Cypher had to offer me. I practiced everything from the Cypher from Krumping to popping.

PRACTICE
Hard and steadfast, that's how I started to practice on dancing every single day for 3 to 4 hours. As I took in Hip Hop into my body it was like a daily drug for me I needed It every were I went. I danced zealously every afternoon in Santa Monica Boulevard with my friend Frontline. He was a mentor to me. He taught me all the basics of popping and

krumping. He was a tall Cuban guy with long dreads.
A beast and a Black Mamba, that's how people describe him when he battled people in krumping and popping. He gave unexpected moves that blew my mind away. He had sick chest pops and had crazy body contortion.

It was Thursday morning and I was at Santa Monica Boulevard. Frontline was their waiting for me. He had a benevolent look as I was approaching him. When I approached him he told me that he was joining me in into the Cypher for tomorrow. "What," I yelled at him. " I have faith in you kid, your ready to go into the." Frontline told me. I just trusted him, and waited for the next day.

THE SIGN
Today would have to be one of my most nervous days on my life. Today would have to be my first battle into the Cypher.

As I was waiting to get out of the subway ready for the Cypher, I noticed that a group of people started running into the subway entrance with stressed out faces, yelling out “leave before the police catches you!!!" Vexed and confused, I just ignored all the clamor of the crowd and walked my way out of the calamity. When I got out of the subway station there were empty police cars parked out everywhere. My conscientious kept on telling me to leave, I just ignored it and headed out to the Cypher.

THE CYPHER
I was in the alley way of Hollywood Boulevard. It was five o’clock; the night was getting darker and darker as I was walking to the Cypher in Hollywood. My heart was beating faster and faster as I could hear the music from the Cypher getting louder and louder. When I got to the Cypher the music was still going on but there was a large group of people who were rushing out of the building were the Cypher was located at. I tried to ask someone who knew what was going on but people just keep on running out of the building crying out “run before they shoot you!!!" What, who was shooting who. Suddenly I saw bullets bursting out of the glass doors.

That's when I started to run with the crowd. While I was running with the crowd I kept on thinking to myself that I should have listen to that group of people who were rushing into the subway station. As long I was with the crowd I thought I was going to be safe, well that was wrong.

THE RUN FOR MY LIFE
It was twelve o'clock, the night was pitch black. I was still running in this dark road with a group of Hip Hoppers. While I was running with the crowd, people started getting shot in the back of me. I heard screams while I was running for my life. I had a nostalgic feeling within myself; I was a idiot for not listening to that crowd a while ago. Bullets were flying every as I ran for my life. My head stated to ponder as I was trying to look for someone that I knew.

That is when I spotted Frontline. He was yelling out "run over here, its way safer." So I ran to him into a big sub way station. When I got to him he had a droned out voice telling me that we were heading Jamaica. He started to explain to me latter on as we were driving out of the state, that the
government killed any one who used Hip Hop. I was confused. Why, would they do such a thing.
I just followed the flow and with it.

2 years passed by and I was watching the television and showed that the US were massacreing millions of people who listened to Hip Hop. As I look at the whited sands and the coconut trees, I figured out that it was no longer safe to go back to the US.