I'll be the first to admit that when I think of Minnesota, crime, drug use, and poverty isn't the first thing that comes to mind (I blame Fargo). Brother Ali paints an entirely different, disparate picture of southside Minneapolis in the first hard hitting track off his underground classic, Shadows On The Sun. There's not much more I can say about the Brother that I didn't say in my previous post, but I wanted to give some shine to one of my favorite songs (and albums) of the past decade. There's no argueing with the fact that Ali is a legend of the genre and there are few that are on his level in the game today.
I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from,
Pen starts to scribble on its own, my mind's numb,
But you can call me modern, urban Norman Rockwell,
I paint a picture of the spot well.
Peace, Love, & Hip Hop,