Rap music just clanks around my skull.
It’s because of the rhyme.
Always has.
I think affection for it is not mockery.
Where da fuck the poets at?
They gone.
Been gone.
Long dead and a bit soft around the edges.
If someone figures out a phonetic combination, it sits in your head.
That’s what it was meant to do.
You begin to get a file cabinet.
Great storytelling in there, great spirit, resilient.
I like it.
I like things that aren’t me or mine.
And?
So what?
It’s not disrespect, nice try on the frame job… you do try really hard.
Lot of brains going at it.
I can see the effort..
I’m stronger.
MIne’s better.
I love you though.
dawn 