DEADESS

Music moves. moves people. moves masses. persuades me to think, to write, to rhyme. For a long time. let be it ten, eleven years. At that time crossover. A new direction. A mixture. Rhythm. The right vibration for my body. The band. Concrete Movement. We moved people. We moved masses at our last concert. This was 1997. Everybody then went his own way. I found Hip Hop. I met Patrick. This was 1999. Hip Hop left me more space. More room giving the place to my feelings and thoughts which they needed. More paper. More expression. I wrote much. People listened. They listened closely. I then had to learn. Rules of Hip Hop. Flow. Flow was important. Sometimes too important. I do not like to observe rules. Something was missing with the time. Movement. Nothing more moved. No man moved. ps: It must move a little?......again.