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Clipping the Malice

I’m drawn to people who left a worldly life to pursue God. I enjoy learning about their journey and process of change. I’ve noticed that like me, they didn’t feel right doing what everyone else sees as normal. Like No Malice, I felt the discomfort of normalizing what isn’t right[eous]. Nevertheless, knowing better doesn’t mean doing better. The self condemnation can linger around for years while we remain inactive. In order to do better I needed the will power to put what I know into action. Whether the result of a crisis, self revelation, fatigue or something else there comes a time we decide to change. Some people ease their way out of the lifestyle, others go cold turkey. There is no formula, no right or wrong way to do this. It’s an individualized journey. A proactive, daily choice to do things differently.

Malice, former member of the rap duo Clips documented his exit from the rap game on Netflix. I’m very happy for No Malice and what he’s doing. See his work here.

No Malice reminds me of Proverbs 1:20, out in the open wisdom calls aloud, she raises her voice in the public square – but no one is listening. I relate to this scripture at times, even here in the blogosphere. I relate to No Malice in his angst about rap/hip hop music. For him it was the guilt of participating in something dark, going against God and all that he knew was right. For me resentment toward the genre grew with each coming year. I didn’t understand how we’ve grown so accustomed to celebrating words and a lifestyle that destroy our own communities from within. I saw the rap lifestyle as social suicide.

Rap and hip hop grew into a perverted, money hungry animal who showed off his riches like a poor man who saw money for the first time. Mainstream rap music evolved into something that is no friend of mine. As a woman rap music eluded that the main purpose of my gender is to serve as cum buckets. No longer do rap/hip hop “artists” feel the need to use metaphors or play on words. Women were reduced to bitches and hoes. Which only excited me to listen further to their degrading albums [enter sarcasm here]. Depending on their looks women were paraded around like foreign cars, an expensive watch, or a blinged out chain. Until you were deemed outdated only to be tossed out like last seasons fashion.  I felt that most rappers were angry homosexuals trapped behind hypermasculinity. This was the only way I could rationalize their hatred and mistreatment of women. This degradation of my gender became so normal that even artists seen as “deep” cosigned to this idea. Yeah Kendirck and Wale too. That was my initial conceptualization, now I understand the rap world is simply a collection of troubled souls.

America’s social and music culture has a major influence on westernized countries, mainly the reggae and dancehall scene. Over time I could no longer stomach the words of  people like Vybes Kartel. With each song his music mimicked more satanic views. With each new dance craze my people looked more and more demon possessed. But I digress.

Even without having spiritual discomfort with the rap industry we can agree that music became bastardized. Too many talented artists don’t make it big because their work doesn’t fit the perverted blankness of today’s popular music.

No Malice’s decision to do what was right with his soul is seen by the world as career-suicide. Choosing peace over money, drugs and hoes makes no sense to the simple minded and spiritually blind. No Malice chose to be rich spiritually verses tangibly. If you’d be honest for a moment you can admit that we can’t buy peace. Momentary happiness, yes but not peace. Conforming to societies warped norms may calm your anxieties for a short while but peace is priceless.

*I’m not implying that choosing God means choosing poverty. I’m also not insinuating No Malice is broke either.

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