Dear Hip Hop

Author: Lord TrenT MedJii

I wrote this like Psalms etched in the sand,

A message from the soul, so I hope you’ll understand.

I used to marvel at your magic like Strange with the hands,

Now your spells feel hollow, generic, and bland.

You traded Malcolm’s megaphone for silence on the block,

The shepherd turned Judas; the flock lost to investor stocks.

The beat was my metronome, heart synced with the bass,

Now it’s chaos, a drill in Set’s unholy embrace.

Your queens were once Isis, now they’re Venus for hire,

Selling temples built for worship to appease man’s desire.

You were Horus, all-seeing, now your vision is blurred,

Sacred texts rewritten, replacing meaning with slurs.

The fanbase hypnotized, caught in a digital trance,

Chained to algorithms, never given a chance.

They feast on false gods, crumbs left on the plate,

While the banquet of knowledge remains locked at the gate.

They want vibes, not verses; hooks, not hymns,

Trading Kemet for chaos, legacy grows dim.

So, I pen this like scripture, hoping you’ll revive,

Praying that the spark you’ve lost will still survive.

I’m still your scribe, your griot, the guardian of truth,

But my love for you now feels like a betrayal of youth.

Let the stars realign, let the balance be restored,

Let your heartbeat again, Hip-Hop, my forever adored.

Trenton “Lord TrenT MedJii” Marshall is a writer, poet, narrator, and astrologer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. His work blends Afrofuturism, mythology, spirituality, and hip hop poetics, exploring the intersections of culture, ancestry, and cosmic imagination. His latest project, The G.R.I.O.T. (The Gods Revel In Our Talents), is available on Amazon Kindle, with an audiobook released in August 2025.