Sounds and Images.
That’s my problem with fucking trap music: People are rapping about killing niggas and selling fucking drugs all day, but it sounds happy—that’s bullshit. That shit’s stressful: You’re not going to make no fucking money, somebody’s going to end up dead, and you’re not going to be able to pay for his funeral because his mom probably don’t fuck with him like that, and he don’t got health insurance. So now you have to do a fucking car wash to pay for somebody’s funeral and bury him in some cheap shit. Where’s that song?
I feel like it’s not about the music anymore—it’s about how many friends you have on Facebook and your Instagram pictures. I hate that. I feel so bad for the talented new bands that are working so hard, and they have to fight with these monsters where it’s all about the appearance, the way you look, the amount of posts you did this month. I don’t want to be a part of that—going to a festival and taking a selfie on stage and all the EDM shit. I feel like it’s such bad publicity for music and for true artists, and I’ll try to fight as hard as I can to not be like that.
Son of a cop asked me if I thought all cops were bad.
It felt like a loaded question.
A white girl said racism’s a thing of the past.
It felt like empty sentiment.
Not everything has to rhyme in perfect time.
Not every debate is settled through reason.
But in a country with the highest incarceration rate,
One thing you can’t boast about is freedom.
the greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. it’s the people who follow orders that drop bombs & massacre villages.