![]() You say that you’ve done a lot of dying, and that you need your mind to be free. ![]() You say yourself that you have no identity on “I Gotta Find Peace of Mind”. Even if you are cryptic (you admit that, at least on this latest effort) you are at least talented to make up for some of the pedagogy and peachiness that falls from your lips. You are still an incredible lyricist, perhaps the best of our generation so far. You don’t hit every note perfectly, but in songs like “Mr. You, strumming your guitar and spitting pseudo-spoken word with crackling chords. Now you are casting off all pretentiousness, but the way you’ve done it is unfair and pretentious in and of itself. ![]() Sure, you had to part ways with the Fugee cohorts - but that drama was aired out in “Lost Ones”. Yes, you had done some acting (good, solid acting, no less) but you were a musician first. You did that unassumingly, that was just your way - to be real. It must have been hard to deal with the copyright scandal that erupted after your musical achievement it was probably trying to be all that you had to be to your new family while maintaining the unofficial title of the greatest female lyricist of our time, certainly, and arguably, the greatest of all time.įirst the world loved you for rejecting the pretenses that the media and your fan base must have put on you. No wonder you basically disappeared for nearly six years. You had had babies, you were loving Rohan Marley and rebuking the spotlight, even as it flooded into your bed and your heart and your decisions. Sure, I was a bit disappointed that you weren’t dropping verses like you did on The Score, but I understood. You were dishonest, you were a shell of a human being. Now, you’re saying that was all a lie and you were pretending the whole time. You were simply an intelligent female emcee, inspirational just by being who you were. You could sing well, rhyme even better, and you weren’t taking off your clothes or rhyming about sexual conquests. It seemed, when you first appeared on the hip-hop radar in the mid-90s, that you were the first happy medium between the hardcore female rapper (think Boss or MC Lyte) and the sexpot Lil’ Kims or Foxy Browns. Reality is what they need.” Well, the realities are pretty telling, even as you explain where you are: You were the first female emcee to get five Grammys for The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. “Fantasy,” you said on this latest outpouring, “is what people want. I don’t understand where you’re coming from, and I don’t know that anyone could. I couldn’t write a review about your latest project, sis. Still, sometimes it’s comforting to talk to imaginary friends, particularly when you feel like your fellow humans will misunderstand. I don’t like to write letters to people who may never see them, and I fear that the practice lingers near insanity - kinda like talking to people who don’t exist.
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