it's cool, I got it....

I blame the video hoes walking in slow motion into boutiques with commission hungry sales people catering to their every need. There's the scene where the kabillionaire rapper nods in approval of their new, expensive purchases. I can't tell you how many sparkles that put in eyes of young women. They think it's just that easy. Get a guy with money and he'll take care of me. Welp, those boutiques are sound stages, the sales people are actors and the clothes and shoes are borrowed. Why throw your power away for something that's not even real...hell not even realistic. To keep it one hunnid, rappers signed their contract in debt. With downloading being so rampant now, they aren't even selling records anymore. Not to mention the everlasting conflicts with promoters when they do shows. At the end of the day, some rappers are making about as much as a manager at a retail bank.

Big ups to my sisters of all colors, who bring home the bacon and fry it in a pan. Much love and respect to those of us, who's payday is the 1st and 15th not when Ray-Ray takes us shopping. Independent, empowered, brilliant and strong...