My relationship with Hip-Hop dates back to 1996. From the moment I heard the Brooklyn staccato in Sean Carter’s voice bumrushing the speakers of my boom box on his debut album “Reasonable Doubt,” Hip Hop had his hooks in me. In the words of Mr. Notorious, “I let my tape rock until the tape popped.”
I love me some Baltimore. Every last corner of it–the good, the bad and the ugly. And even though things are pretty ugly in the heart of the City right now, I still believe. In this section, I tell my truth about the city I am proud to call my home.