In 2009(maybe) while going to see some of my ppls on Lefferts I met Rapp. European cat, prolly French or something. He was sitting on the stoop around a bunch of hood dudes quite comfortably. So when he stepped off I asked my man Jay (Rest Easy) about him and I was told that he was prepping to drive around the world. I thought the homie was exaggerating but the Euro dude went off and did it. He drove from NYC to the southern most point of South America then shipped his jeep to South Africa. He then proceeded to drive thru Africa, the mid East and Asia. It took him a year n a few months. Super Dope. Peep his blog. S/O to Rapp wherever he is. Rest easy to my man Jay. #Globetrotter #GoSeeSomethingNew #ItllChangeUrEyes
In 2014, society is in what is called the “Age of Information”. Driven by the internet’s ability to give its users access to virtual libraries, people now have more information at their fingertips then they can, quite possibly, do something worthwhile with. The benefits are well-known. The World Wide Web allows a user to view documents and books that may have long out of print as well as view videos of lectures on a broad range of topics instantaneously and conveniently from home or a cell phone. In theory, this is a good thing, but too much of a good thing can and usually becomes a thing anything but good.
Since Hip-Hop is no longer the vehicle for consciousness as it was in its preplatinum days, the majority of those who claim to high have “overstanding” were more than likely introduced to these creative ideologies through YouTube and bulletin boards. I am all for self-enlightenment, so this is not to shun such endeavors. Rather I do have a problem when these many levels and streams of enlightenment and “overstanding” overlook some of the most basic fundamental communal mechanisms.
I’m honestly at a loss for words about the whole of my experience over the past few years. The priceless and infinitely indelible journey was and has been too rich for me to fully express. Quite honestly, I’m not confident I can fairly articulate the whole of everything; the amazement, the enrichment, and all that have no words for. Despite this I will press on.
Where my story begins can’t be pinpointed with preciseness as I am nothing more than an extension of those who walked before me and those who surround me. Quite a few of my friends and associates have taken similar paths as travelers, all for different reasons. Some sought a social network worthy lifestyle with dope pics of fly buildings, scenic landscapes and food porn pics of all things exotic. Others yearned for the spiritual enlightenment only to be found when one loses himself stretching the earth.
The legendary martyrs of my Hip-Hop generation Tupac Amaru Shakur and Christopher “The Notorious B.I.G.” Wallace were/are two of the greatest entertainers who ever picked up a mic. Their stories, roots, and unfortunate demises are common knowledge to even those who are not necessarily real Hip-Hop heads. However, to us born into this culture they were our everything, our role models, and more importantly, our representatives to a world who had not yet accepted Hip-Hop as what would soon to become America’s most dominant modern culture. Barbershop and late night stoop debates about who was better and the ever speculated “Who Killed BIG/Pac?” conspiracies are many. We have all done that and it’s cool. I have no problems with this despite how dumb some “theories” sound to me. Meaning, in my opinion some opinions sound stupid, however each person is entitled to feel how he feels, so I’m cool with almost everything; almost.
Surviving - to endure or live through (an affliction, adversity, misery,etc.)
In my blog titled, “Live from Saudi Arabia”, I mentioned “It has been amazing to experience a quality of life where living is actually living and not existing or surviving.” As the self-professed “quintessential urban survivalist”, I know about surviving against the odds. My first foray into the life of survival was prior to adulthood. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I was forced to learn how to sustain my life while navigating the trials of the inner-city. Overcoming the constant barrage of difficulties thrown at me from every possible angle required the agility of a cheetah and the fortitude of a mountain. The difficulties, rather, my struggles were a matter of basic survival; as in providing food, clothing, shelter from the elements and safety from the predators.
My return has been quite the experience, for good and bad reasons. In any case, I will keep pressin’ & pushin’. But with all honesty, things are different this around. Everything seems different. The people. The food. The everything. It’s all different but actually still the same. What changed? My perception changed. I see things differently. It’s weird and still very new to me. What exactly changed my view on all things life? How was the Middle East? How were the people? Is there racism there? Was it safe there? And all the over questions I’ve been asked, in person and on social media, since returning home will be answered simply because I’m back. Stay tuned
“During a long flight back from a well needed vacation, the plane’s captain makes a startling announcement on the speaker, “Attention Passengers. Due to mechanical problem and an oncoming storm, we’re going to be forced to make an immediate emergency landing. Please return to your seats, fasten your safety belts and put on your oxygen masks, as you were instructed to do before the flight. May God be with us all.”
The ominous warning indicates something serious and possibly life-threatening is about to go down.