soft rap returns from the home for the sane persecuted class
| Music spins, charged verbals majestically
hop unchallenging to pressed plastic specs brilliance transformed through unfathomable electronics attainable only by credit - a gift of fiscal innocence around xmas time when lenders get liberal collecting potential debt service from an internal third world. Compacted clips of revolution, rebroadcast sampled sounds of malcolm, civil drug war villagers claim casualties. Ghetto hype makes a media star of bored econ majors with still enough accent to fool suburban police bad joke, bro. Enough to be called enuf and nine days at County; mom cries at shattered expectations to the rhythm of other discs in a pile trying to reconcile this turn to probable cause, scanning liner note shout outs funky cartoons, tape foldouts in an off-campus apartment rented month to month on government guaranteed loans. Right resenting mainstreamies bang the wall calling for speedmetal Barabas; death to jeep beats by elision's decree. Minority grants are now repaid by systemic injustice she reasons, and turns down the bass. Lynch-quick, fashion-swift linearly unrecognizable to the nons, but this pattern etched wrinkles and scars of a different dignity plain as backbeats, pursed lips and mean strolls unstoppable by one family, too obvious to unity-loathing county trustees the idea is tossed to the dread heap. Humming silences, swallowing bile thinking positive science, dope dropped once on the burgle barred bus in transit to the streets from hell's other home Soft Rap whistled dixie. |