Growing up on Hip-Hop in the 80's

Raised on Hip-Hop in Queens New York 

Baisley Park battles All night in the dark 

Would usually end with a crazy dude busting off caps 

That's how the crowd would scatter after hearing the raps 

I remember standing there like I was watching a god

D Jays on the turn tables cutting it hard 

Mixing on the turntables doing fancy tricks

Emcees bragging on the mic how they bagging some chicks

You could here this loud music for miles and miles 

Forget giving out flyers we were running from our house

Was only 13 when I started building my studio 

Making mix tapes cracking jokes that was my duty yo 

We we're making a buzz while we were making some noise 

Pee Wee Killers watching thriller, back spinning b boys 

Spinning on our backs jumping off dirty mattresses

Dreaming about one day we be dating some actresses

Friends break dancing in my house busting some moves 

Wish they would've caught us on camera creating our own Crush Groove

The pioneers were our mentors teaching us the way to go

Shell top Adidas and big boom box radios 

Can't forget about graffiti we were tagging all around 

On the buses on the trains on any place in town

We wanted recognition for our gifts and our talents 

There were no fathers around so it was hard to find it 

We sought real hard to make a name for ourselves 

Formed crews drunk booze we were playing ourselves 

This is just a little taste of how the culture sunk in my soul

Now I'm on a campaign of walking streets of gold

- Keith Craig Allen

Giving you a taste of some poetry that will be featured in my new book "Untitled" coming soon.