Every day I wake up and hear music playing in my head. I don't actually hear it, but you know what I mean. I get up, take a shower, and all the while a song is playing. It might be "Fur Elise," it might be "Ride the Lightning." If I'm lucky, it won't be "Call Me Maybe."
"Let's talk in layman's terms, rotten apples and big worms..."
That song isn't going to get much play in Madison Square Garden during basketball games. In the same (cold) vein as Nas's "New York State of Mind" and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five's "The Message," it spray-paints a picture of the hell of poverty in an urban environment, and in doing so, it creates art out of despair.
Broken glass everywhere.
No comments:
Post a Comment