It Was All A Dream-An Ode to Biggie Smalls
I was too young to understand what had happened when it did. The news anchorman spoke briefly of a rapper that was shot and killed, and all I could think as a 10 year old kid was, “don’t I know this guy?” When we lost a great rapper, I was more focused on the tooth that I might be losing.
Now, as a 23 year old, I’m thinking, damn, that couldn’t have really happened in my lifetime.” I can’t believe how many years have passed, how many magazine covers have been produced in commemoration of Biggie and Tupac’s rap career or how many songs/movies/documentaries have been composed since their deaths. This is how we mourned. Deep down we really tried to replace the irreplaceable.
What have we learned from the passing of hip hop’s elite? It’s safe to say that words are weapons and are very powerful. We should definitely use them wisely when given the platform to speak to the masses.
But what if it were all a dream? Sit back and reflect on that just for a sec. What if Jay never got as big as he did? Could you imagine a Big track featuring Kanye West?
I appreciate what we got now, but ill never forget what we had.
Love you BIG!
