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From the streets of the South Bronx, where hip hop originated, to the local streets of Southern and Northern New Jersey, music has come a long way. We all know hip hop to be just that...hip music that makes you want to hop out of your seat and move something. With the moves came decades of break dancing, popping and locking, and the slick-talking raps. We remember the type of raps we used to hear back in the day when artists would talk about needing love, cracking on each other's threads, and partying and having a good time—otherwise known as the good ol' days of hip hop.

Now it's all about bitches and hoes and who's got more booty in their pants. We've strayed so far away from the origin of hip hop that today's generation thinks it's okay to call women bitches and hoes. Furthermore, they've grown accustomed to exploiting women, selling drugs, and being in gangs. Since when did going to jail become the new fad of hip hop music? And, since when did disrespecting authority figures become so cool? All because it's being glorified so much in today's Hip Hop music videos.

While most of us are unconsciously bopping to a hot track, the words are almost always degrading, full of rage and down-right disrespectful. But we don't realize any of these things until we have kids of our own and we hear them repeating the lyrics to the hot new hip hop artist who likes to talk about getting high, having promiscuous sex and putting as much money in the bank as possible. Being in a gang is also the way to go if you're an up-and-coming artist looking to take an exclusive trip to stardom...so you think.

With all of this gang-banging and violence going on, someone has to take the blame for the many deaths and ruined lives of our youngsters today.

Joseph Baskerville of Rahway, New Jersey has twin boys, one of which happens to be heavily into hip hop music. Now Joe is from the old school of rap, where they'd talk about needing love and getting funky with it. Not busting shots and gyrating women in the clubs like they were having sex on the dance floor. Since coming home from the army, Joe has noticed how much his son Bryan has changed—and continues to change—when he listens to rap music. From being disrespectful to his mother, Leslie, to talking obnoxiously loud and blasting his music with no regards for anyone else.

After watching his best friend, Bruce, bury his only child because of a hip hop concert gone bad, Joe is fed up and decides to take matters into his own hands. The way he sees it, someone is going to pay for what happened to his friend's kid...and for what is happening to his own son.