The soil under the feet of my forebears does not define me The blood on the hands of my country does not silence me
I am Ella's grace note, the twinkle in the eye of the dreamer
The most ardent critic and a true believer
I speak in bass notes and stolen seconds
I am power to and for and from the people
Rupture, layering, flow
I am hip hop
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Inspired by the "I Am Hip Hop" membership questionnaire...
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