For a large part of my life, I despised rap. I hated it in all its different forms. While my friends were all listening to Biggie Smalls and Tupac, I was listening to Metallica and Korn. I categorized hip-hop, R & B, and rap all into the rap genre. I never enjoyed the music at most parties since it was usually songs of that category blasting through the sound system. Once I hit high school, I became a little more open to other forms of music, but I still restricted myself to mostly rock. That all changed by the end of high school, when the world of underground rap began to show itself to me.
[...] It sheds light on the fact that some soldiers feel superior in occupied areas as opposed to home, where they're just ordinary human being.” The song pushed me further into the rap genre as well as enlighten me on the terrors of the Vietnam War. I was hungry for more of this sort of rap. I was really getting into it and seeing how rap could be considered not only a form of music, but also an art. These artists created something truly incredible. [...]
[...] how deep this was. The chorus threw me off a bit because it began to have a sadder tone and I began to suspect this maybe wasn't a song with a happy ending. The song continued to tell about how the friendship grew stronger. This girl changed the man's life, helping him to stop committing crimes and dealing with shady characters. At this point, I started to think about girls in my life that had done similar things. While I was never a thug out on the street, my behavior wasn't always the most ideal. [...]
[...] when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever.” The reaction I had after listening to the song was similar to the one I had after hearing Never Know.” It helped me get a deeper understanding of rap and also of the harsh lives that some people live through. It amazed me that while telling these incredible stories, the rapper could still get a message across. The flow of the raps also fascinated me. [...]
[...] felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light. Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night.” The experience he had after that was like mine, but a lot more extreme. He continued his life, trying to move on but always with her on his mind. He ends up in prison with nothing to hold onto other than her memory. When this happened to me, all I could think about was this girl. While I was powerless to do anything, she never left my mind. [...]
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