A poem for Height Williams by Neil Siman. I could sometimes get a little hike about Height Williams. One man I can begin, some of the places that then women have a truly arrived. You see, the 90s is where my life began. A golden everyone. Hip-hop already sold music videos was more than amazing. I'm so serious that Warriors came and began to describe, but it was sort of like begging and hypnotizing around that time. Liked on the music video, countdowns laid my arm and eyes. While the teachings about Black slaves on history months was categorized, I mean, I had already gotten a point, but at some point, just imagining those stories felt like I had died or been defeated. Within actuality, that moment's absolute reality. Shind Artists like Missy Elliott and Mark Dean had an eyes on the God's Screamin. The life is mine and now. I can't even lie. Even though I wasn't in the music videos that feeling alone, maybe feels so alive. Coming to find out, that video too was directed by Hyde. And I didn't even notice, just innocently and excitedly ever so observant. I never searched for Hyde yet these directions never went unnoticed. Now, before I continue on to carrying on about Hyde's time with legendary catwalk, that laterally, Karin's born him on, I couldn't write this home about Hyde without letting this hear me known. Hyde Williams is a Godfather now and for ever more. The illustration side by side the originators of a platinum era that epically made its own birthing into a system that spread like wildfire globally, while impacting the lifestyles of billions. A story that in the case of so many, a lot of these artists came directly from the pits of the ghettos and everything it means to have not much of a dream. To look out of the bar, project, window, see the ground shaking, but also to remain focused. To see into the shining stars and just know that if I wanted to, means that you get away. I can make this image my idol. But I personally praise no image. I'm just here trying to elaborate this feeling. Hyde Williams, not only directed the visual art to these stories, but as well he did it in a rare, supernova, non-duplicated signature style. Of his own invention, a signature that only Hyde Williams, absolute prominent extraordinary artist, should be acknowledged for. Forever and forevermore, as one of the first of his time to do what he has done. I call that greatness. So in short form, allow me to expand on the importance of this experience and what I've experienced in my dimension within the inspiration of Hyde's illustration. If lightness like the soundtrack, they're more certainly the gifts of the lyrics. But also, side by side equally one of the kind is the image that tells the story to these lyrics in tangible detail. This will explain why as a little girl, these videos encourage me to feel like the most beautiful portrait of life. After watching silly bacterial hits, I look into the mirror and fell in love with my junior brown eyes, imagining my complexion of skin up against the simplicity of black, white, bright, bright tense with the most epic sentence. Tears of glitter falling from the eyes of a goddess of skin, right just when the background changes into rich crystal illuminance. Seekily marred into my mentality now, forever and better end that even if so ever when I am goddess chef's a tear, it's still glittering and I am that reflection of that beauty and therefore equally divine my beauty can never be declined. So yes, goddess did sing out and goddess did cry, but even throughout critters that still watered that glows and that still watered that rise. But with beauty, she should come aside with a character like no one on the corner has smacked her like I wore my tins in my food who's so hardcore, even though I was just still so young. It was almost like nobody could tell me that I was in a play rangue, it really makes our G-Dex less gay, both high-pitched fluids. Imagine you could see that and just never knew it. When I was rested on that, I gave it to Brandy, sitting up in my room for a hot-mitted and TLC will always be one of my favorites. As a child, I knew what a music video was, however, it was something about these interesting particular videos from the fish eyes to the colors they felt so warm, the drones flying with these. So for a pair to me as kings and queens, well, at least for me, and maybe it was the eyesore, maybe it was the cream art, maybe it was the light merge end with the angles in Buster Bronx and Jenny Jackson. Hello! These videos weren't shot like every other video on the countdown love. These videos were directed and shot in the signature style. I had no idea at the time that the man responsible for the style was a man named Hype. So if I come up with Hype about Hype Williams, here's why. King Queen's videos stand up for a moment. I just knew it was like watching Black Disney. I mean, really. If you've ever seen videos like him for my eyes to see, then I know you most certainly can feel me. The music consistently saves me. I define that as immationality. And if it wasn't for creativity, I probably would have suffocated by now. This poem was made in appreciation with a sprinkle of love. For the man beside the music that takes first seats at the round table of legends every visual irony, before making music videos and to tastefully jim added top notch who we see wasn't there. For aesthetics and natural selections of chocolate-shaded women, a pair on our TV screens and denim jeans, a beautiful cup of multiple flavors of ice cream. Cisco, Exxon Hype, and a summer theme. Images, memories, I will never leave. Hype, you have given life to that very thing that pulled the dream in no matter the amount of our rupees, one love to our legendaries. I want to thank you for your creative assistance into their decorative routines. Like a family picture, you can always go back to no matter how long it's been. Just appreciating their all and all that they have given, like a guardian. Hype Williams, you have guided these lyrics with your distinctive, peculiar imagination. To the story of the evolution, and I've soaked that all in, the evolution of original art made for us and invented by us. Hype, you don't deserve your flowers today because today you deserve your crown. So I made this poem to audio you right here and right now. It's 2022 and as a 90s baby, that just a tad bit studied you. It is my duty and my pleasure to acknowledge you. Hype Williams, we love you.