I was thinking about rap,
My son likes it,
This where he learned his first swear word...
He is a boy, so...
Lets listen men.
I was thinking..
Is rap street music, language of gangs,
Words of boys who have no where to go after school..
When you listen and see dirty streets,
Few young men at the corner,
Only two ways to go, deeper in or out forever,
Like you never had a life like this.
Girls in mini skirts, talking about someones wedding and
You feel like you are present at that tiny city with light and water only few hours a day,
One warm room with non stop working heater, a baby, cold kitchen.
Poorly dressed mothers, working one job,
Hands dried from washing dishes, but always happy...
They are giving ypu hope to go and not to take nothing bad,
Only good music of the dark sreets..
