[graciegirl]

Originally Posted by Pturner

To a monotonous drumbeat:

I'm not into gasta rap
I don't like the crap
It sells. It smells, like drug cartels
It baits, preaches hate, now it's too late
To make amends, it just offends
To what ends?

Rape and murder glorified
I listened, I was horrified,
I cried, nowhere to hide
My brain was fried
And now I would be satisfied
If with the hate it baits, it died