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The Music They Not Only Couldn’t But Wouldn’t Make Today
So much of today’s art hasn’t just lost its soul — it’s lost its balls
Dr. Dre is a 54-year-old billionaire, who never did end up giving us that third album he promised us. Snoop Dogg bakes things with Martha Stewart in his free time. Eminem is a father of three daughters, who just celebrated being 11 years sober. Jay-z is officially a billionaire — and just got back in the dope game again (legally this time around, of course).
Ice-T is a cop on Law and Order, Ice Cube runs a basketball league for players who are too old for the NBA when he’s not busy answering the question of “Are We There Yet?” — and Eazy-E, 2PAC, and Biggie are dead.
Kanye West makes regular calls and visits to the white house — to talk to his friend President Donald Trump.
Where in the world does that leave the state of hip hop as I once knew it?
If not dead, perhaps in a nursing home as I once suggested.
Or maybe it sold out to Wall Street and Damon Dash has actually been right all along. Maybe Culture Vultures picked it apart limb by limb and the skin right from its bones.
My generation had Nas and this one has Lil’ Nas X, is all I’m saying.
