I still remember, back in 2011 we friends used to share songs over Bluetooth. It was one of those days, a friend of mine shared the song Mockingbird with me and that was the time I was introduced to the Rap world and undoubtedly the Rap God.
I can totally relate to what you are saying in your songs. So when I have a shitty day, I just drift away and put them on. Because that shit really helps when I’m depressed. Every song of yours motivates or inspires or has some message to the people that are going through hard times.
Thank you so much for everything that you put out through your songs, unlike others who put out the garbage. You gave me strength, hope and a voice with your music, you gave people like me a reason to live for. I no longer hear the words of discouragement. I don't doubt myself anymore because you made me believe in my inner strength and to not care about what other people say.
But in your last album, I felt the weight of your self-doubt. The Rap God who never gave a fuck now has abundance of fucks to give, which disappointed hardcore Stans. I don’t think you realize what you mean to us Stans, not even the slightest clue you have. You don’t believe in yourself anymore? I think we gotta problem here. Call Doctor Dre, please bring back the Slim Shady and tell these dumbfucks that Old School isn't over yet. Show the critics that Kings never die and that they are Phenomenal.
See everything you say is real, and I admire you because you tell it. You've gone through soo much, fell multiple times but you stood up and you are still here for us. You are the reason I didn't give up. My girlfriend's jealous because I talk about you 24/7. But she doesn't know you like I know you Slim, no one does. And even if you don’t hit me back, just to chat, I'll still be your biggest fan.
Your biggest fan, this is Stan.
PS: We love the new matured Eminem but still we miss Slim Shady. Awaiting Slim to spit open fire.
Written by Manohar Anthony (@manoharanthony)
It all started when the country was going through the best and also the worst phase of it's history. The Quit India movement was a success and the Britishers were slowly abandoning their colonies.
August 10th, 1947
Borders were already drawn. India was going to break into two parts in less than five days. Thousands of people were being killed daily in the riots. The land which was believed to emit gold and diamond was full of blood and dead bodies. People along with their families were running from one side of the border to the other in search of refuge in their own country.
In that flock of people, there were two kids, running for their life without any idea of all the happenings. With bare chests, without any knowledge of the directions, they were running along with the flock of people. Fear was clearly visible in their innocent faces, lips were dried up in the summer sun of August. They were running, in search of food, water and home, but everything was in vain. They tripped, they got up again and ran and ran.
August 15th, 1947
Gandhiji was fasting in Bengal to stop the riots. Around 3000 kms away in New Delhi, Jawaharlal Nehru was about to sign one of the most important papers of Indian history and around 2000 kms away from there, near the border, the two kids were fighting for their last few breathes. As the Independence papers were signed at the stroke of midnight, both kids also found salvation from their tiring life. Their bodies laid dead, beholded by mother Earth. While some slept the first night of Independence, many, along with both the kids, slept forever.
I woke up frightened, switched on the lights and took a gulp of water. "Dreams can't be any more worse.", I said to myself.
Conditions today aren't much different from those days. People are still fighting on the name of religion.The fire of partition is still burning masses. The country, still, is being partitioned daily in the name of religion, caste, region, language, colour and economic status.
Communalism and regionalism are like the two kids who are running in all directions. I wish their fate to be same as those kids, dead and gone.
Written by Asif Raza (@_a_s_if_)