Cops killing boys and girls of color, homeless people on the streets with no covers, mothers losing kids and sisters losing brothers. Airpods or headphones i like my ears fully covered, rude world but music is
A therapy so good you’ll never need a therapist, the music talks so smoothly to my ears to my ears like my grandma’s voice when she was lying in bed telling me stories from long ago.
Melodies matching your mood, that make you move to the tunes, and “U’ gives you a euphoric feeling, that one song that’s always stealing your good feeling because it reminds you of them. Statements made in songs because of things going on
Chains, pearls, cars, girls a life that a rapper lives
Growing up a kid you had to admit, looking at the music videos…
Deep down i wanted that shit.
Their outfits fit to a crisp, money falling out their pockets new music on a disc.
How i fell in love with music, I HAVE TO ADMit.