Hip-hop/Spirituality/Freethinking. Speaking for all underdogs!
Kat Stacks: Hip Hop’s Prodigal Daughter
By Khalil Amani
The biblical story of “The Prodigal Son” is a tale about a young man that went off in life and squandered the wealth given to him by his father and becoming a profligate (wasteful) and trifling son. This young man spent his money on prostitutes and indulged in his heart’s desires—caring less than a damn about his family and people in general. He was ratchet, coonerific and dealt in fuckery of the highest order!
But after he’d lost all that he had, he went back home—apologetic, recalcitrant, sorrowful and broke. His father, seeing him in the distance ran towards his son and hugged and kissed him. He then put his best robe on him, gave him some bling-bling (a ring) and ordered his people to cook a big feast to celebrate his homecoming.
While his brother (and prolly others) hated on him for getting the royal treatment after being a whore in Whoreville, his daddy explained why he took his wayward son back in. He said, “It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.” (Luke 15:11-32).
This is the story of Andrea Herrera a.k.a. Kat Stacks—a beautiful, exotic, statuesque, Venezuelan femme fatale that beez catching the eyes of your favorite rapper--a wayward woman who lived a reckless life, indulging in her heart’s desires by cavorting with rappers and all kinds of unsavory characters. Kat Stacks was a pseudo—quasi—hip-hop personality who took the “Superhead Archetype” into the exosphere! Her meteoric rise to hip-hop infamy came as the result of being a kiss fuck-and-tell—a Jezabel—a scorned woman—every player’s worst nightmare—a dirty, lowdown, no-good, salacious and licentious woman, which the hip-hop world has never seen.
Kat Stacks was a modern-day Delilah whose deadly snare was as great as any Black Widow!
(Andrea Herrera a.k.a. Kat Stacks. Follow @AdmireAndrea)
As much as some of us hated her, we could not stop watching her. She had us—a captive audience living vicariously through her exploits. She was getting famous off the dicks phalluses of thirsty rappers. She lived La Vida Loca! We didn’t have to wait for the book! She gave us color-commentary in real time! No Tivo!
It wasn’t until the government swooped down on her and slowed her roll by jailing her for two years on a trumped-up and bogus immigration issue that the Kat Stacks legacy was put to rest. That was two years ago.
And now she is a free woman who can live in America and raise her child. “The Prodigal Daughter” is out of jail! The question that everyone is asking is, “Will she return to the Kat Stacks of old or has she truly changed into Andrea Herrera?” Only time will tell, but I’m glad to see that her family—her (fine-ass) mother in particular has welcomed her home with open arms. I’m also glad to see and hear that hip-hop has welcomed our daughter home. Yes! Kat Stacks is our daughter—our Prodigal daughter!
(Good Gawd! Kat Stacks's mother "Mama Stacks" Follow @Mama_Stacks)
As someone who writes about hip-hop and has daughters that are dancers (strippers) in this game, I understand the lure to fast money and the excitement of being on the "in crowd." I have daughters Kat Stacks age and older! I've been in the same club that my daughters have worked at--while they were working! I'm no prude and I don't have any issues with the naked body. To me, it's art! Urban modeling, dancing, stripping--it is our art-form. I am your Florida, Miami 305 homeboy!
To Kat Stacks I say, do you young sista! You don’t have to give up the “Kat Stacks” brand. (I wouldn’t!) You just have to evolve into something better and greater. Be Kat Stacks and get money being the new and improved Kat Stacks. You are young, pretty, and very smart to get the attention of the hip-hop world in an unconventional way.
Arise my daughter! Fly like the Phoenix from the ashes of the ruins of your past life. You have been given a new life and a second chance to soar amongst the earthly gods of this world. Now fly! (PS. If you read this you can make my day by following me--you and your beautiful mother!)
Khalil Amani writes for DJ Kay Slay's Originators & Straight Stuntin Magazine. Amani also writes for Hoodgrown Magazine, Maybach Magazine and Sext Magazine. Amani was nominated for "Writer of the Year" at the 2012 Urban Model Awards. Follow on Facebook/Twitter @khalilamani