Dear Hip Hop:

It has been nearly a decade since you fell into a coma. While many say that your illness started in the early 90’s, we believe that you fought until 1996; giving us our last legendary artist: Jay-Z. Maybe Tupac’s death that same year was too much for you to bear. Things have steadily gone downhill ever since.

Your second generation has totally ignored the foundation that you established over twenty-five years ago; replacing B-boys with booty dancers, graffiti writers with graphic designers, and DJs with CDs and Macintosh computers. Worse yet, our beloved party rockin’ MCs have been replaced by rappers who don’t even try to rap.

We want to apologize to you for allowing your good name to get dragged through mud. We didn't save copies of your early music and let the New School tarnish your legacy. This is probably why the New School loves Curtis Jackson (50 Cent), but has no idea who Kurtis Blow is. Going forward, we will offer your original audience an opportunity to rebuild their collections of your greatest works.

Again, we apologize for turning our back on you Hip Hop. Your legacy will live on through your original audience, Hip Hop O.G's.

Old School Tribune: An Urban Archives Publication

Hip Hop has been in an induced coma since 1996.  This is our open diary to Hip Hop; hoping that one day he will awaken and can catch up on all that he has missed.