More than anyone, I understand the plight of the American rapper.
They try so hard I'm surprised they don't sweat blood. From what I know of the hip-hop world, rappers need to fight out of the hood, fight their way into a select group of elite rap royalty, and then fight stay fresh to def. Yea, there is lots of fighting. And then, you need to deliver a bumpin' beat and something to say with a voice as smooth as Ja Rule. Yea, that serious.
They develop sexy new dance moves. They rock ice colder than Hitler's heart. Who doesn't want that? They roll on 22's for goodness' sake. Clearly, these rappers want to be taken seriously.
With that, I want to everyone to respect their rappers. Hell, even hug one. They love that. And, above all, I want the American people to excuse rappers from their ridiculous use of slang terms for the great American dollar. Just let them have one thing without fighting everything in sight for some recognition!
Look, regular Joes like me and you can call dollars bucks, moolah, or smackers, but these poor, innocent rappers have to recognize that rubber band banks and cheese are, for lack of a better term, "stupid"? C'mon.
You can understand how big pockets easily conjure images of pants sagging with the weight of cash. Paper stacks are just another way to measure how much money you made once you sell your soul to a record company and some fancy equipment. And what, you enjoy dough, but not bread? That's money being baked into money! DOUBLE WIN!
So, People, what I want to express is simply this: All these fellas want to do is sing some songs. Let them live their lives with their hoes and Courvoisier. Ok? And maybe when we all can live in a more accepting world, we can all share those bones in a more progressive way. Like maybe giving back to the communities that told us we wouldn't make it.
