MRS. EVIL-IN HIP HOP
The truth is,
No longer in the mouth of the toothless,
But a subject of discussion where the youth is.
So then I believe hip hop is not just a genre of music
But something that began as an underground movement.
Nobody can deny the art
That can be found in its belly
Or the fact that it touches the heart
Of all and sundry.
‘It’s only poetry’ , they say
But I believe it is a beautiful art form
Transformed into the devil’s platform
To cause millions to lose their way.
This is rotten meat, a delicacy of any hungry vulture
Hip hop has developed into a way of life, more like a culture.
So if I don’t want of be a part of its intrusion
Then why should I be a part of its fusion
Into my belief systems?
In 2006 , it was registered as a religion
So pardon me, I’m still trying to understand its Christian version.
Until the day I’m able to spot a clear-cut difference
Between a grizzly and a polar
A pig and a boar
I’m still going to remain indifferent.
Now, they say RAP is ‘Rhythmic African Poetry’
Well, I’m NOT trying to argue about this
But nowadays all these rappers rap about is chicks
So then it is more of ‘Rhythmic African Poultry’
Mrs. Evelyn Hip Hop,
Even your name says there is evil in Hip hop.
For taking a little kid like me,
Way back in the 90s
And teaching me how to rap
And teaching me how to sag
Till my trousers dropped low like my performance in class
And in my grades
I never had A’s
Like I was on some sort of anti-retroviral drugs.
I can’t stand the profanity
I can’t stand the nudity
I can’t stand the blasphemy
I’m disgusted at the influence of the secret societies
Definitely you know I’m talking about the illuminati.
But worse of all, I CAN’T STAND YOU
And that’s why I had to ditch you.
So nowadays, it’s either I’m listening to hymns
Or I’m bumping my head to hillsong
Because it is only logical that since I fell in love with him
I should listen to more of HIS songs.
Don’t tell me I’m not hard enough
For your information, nowadays I feast on the flesh of the lamb
And his blood is what I’ve been sipping on
So that automatically makes me a lion
Anytime I partake of the communion.
Honestly, I’m having fun over here
And even if I need something deep, I’d rather read Shakespeare.
But, I’d have to admit
That sometimes I slip
And listen to a few of your songs.
This doesn’t mean we are back in that relationship
For even now in your world I’m more than I misfit.
This is no license for anybody to sin
Neither is it a justification of my wrong
Because honestly, when it comes to this,
My ONLY justification lies, crucified on the CROSS.