Right, I agree with all of that.
But it is disturbing when you notice those FEW who seem to
have a problem differentiating from what is real and entertainment.
Which has been a problem since the dawn of recorded singing.
It becomes more of a problem
when it is up close and personal (close family and friends)
and discussions abounding about effective ways to offset this.
We San Diegans will, of course, never forget the infamous Santee high school shooting by a kid who says he got his inspiration for the spree by listening to Linkin Park's "In the End".
We San Diegans will, of course, never forget the infamous Santee high school shooting by a kid who says he got his inspiration for the spree by listening to Linkin Park's "In the End".
But the whole notion of "in the end it doesn't really matter" stems back to Nietzsche so really he's the one to blame.
Sister of Mercy: Yup, yup, agree with everything you posted.
And nearly all of my friends and relatives have used these strategies and approaches effectively when it comes to music and their teens. Close friends of ours, though, are scratching their heads in total confusion, wondering why this approach/strategy doesn't seem to be working for their teen. Trying to assure them, that this is the exception,
and the more they try to CONTROL it, worse it'll get.
Sister of Mercy: Yup, yup, agree with everything you posted.
And nearly all of my friends and relatives have used these strategies and approaches effectively when it comes to music and their teens. Close friends of ours, though, are scratching their heads in total confusion, wondering why this approach/strategy doesn't seem to be working for their teen. Trying to assure them, that this is the exception,
and the more they try to CONTROL it, worse it'll get.
Tell them to relax and let the teen listen to what he/she wants to. Again, its not going to change the teen from any tendencies he/she already has.
Instead, if there is anything in the lyrics they don't approve of, address those subjects directly, which I'm sure has been/is being done anyways, such as doing drugs, breaking laws, etc.
Feel free to play shoot em up computer games and watch violent films but I'm NOT having you listening to Rap music in this house!!!
Last week I beat my b**** up in the street for lyin to me
She thought she caught a cutie but didn't know the nigga knew me
He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
All a nigga could do was try to act like he don't f***in care
I was about to drop the hammer on this nigga
Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my b****'s pictures
That undercover lover bulls*** was now discovered
Can't wait to see this b**** 'cause I'm a beat her a** in public
I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's
I even stepped to poppa duke's house to bring the drama
Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that b****
From a mile away yo I could tell my b**** is switched
So I ran up on her, hey wassup b**** I got a question
If your lot of Smith & Wessons gonna teach ya a** a lesson
You ever f***ed around on me before? "Hell no! " *smack*
"Yo what you hit me with that gun for? "
b**** why you lyin, b**** you've been cheatin
Now I gotsa to give your motherf***in a** a beatin
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherf***in jewellery, b**** runnin
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" - aiyyo money don't get in this
"Hey miss you alright? " - motherf***er mind your business!
I'm bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
But a nigga got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
I'm sick of all the bulls***, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol whipped the b**** till her a** fell out of conscious
Now she's all bloodied up, layin in that red s***
b**** press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead b****
The first time you play me is your last
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**** ass
[Chorus:]
"Hey mister mister, what the f*** you doin? "
"Hey mister mister" - keep walking past!
"Hey mister mister, what the f*** you doin? "
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**** ass!
[Kool G. Rap:]
I'm baggin up mad s***, puttin it on the street
I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend
s*** is disappearin and I'm lookin for the logic
Of why my s*** gets lower every time I count the profit
It never fails again, these b****es drawers they go back up
One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that s*** adds up
So I'm layin for the traitor
So I can put foot in they a** 'cause I'm a motherf***ing b**** hater!
So I'm peepin out the spot for a week
If I catch one of these b****es stashin bread she'll be dead meat
I took one to the bath and tried to knock it
Feelin on her ass, hey yo b**** what's this in your pocket?
Aha finally caught your ass!
The b**** had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash
She started coppin a plea but I ain't really tryin to hear her
I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a nigga's ready to shove his d*** up in her fanny
I hit the b**** like one more time and then I just said f*** it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my d*** and made her suck it
I'm rammin my d*** inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the b**** for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**** ass
Oct 07, 2011 @ 00:34:17
