Rap de la Rues

Cartridge pressing on the vinyl,
Sounds flowing through the copper veins,
Vibrating through the Bose boxes.
Can you hear it?

Heart vibin’ with joyful pain,
Limbs writhing in a random rhythm,
Words diving into hollow souls.
Can you feel it?

Crowd bouncing like the equalizer bars,
Life’s prisoners feeling it behind the bars,
Making stars out of the scars,
Giving us the sense of ‘ours’.
Can you relate to it?

What can it be?
It’s the sounds of the drumbeat,
Filled with the illmatic flow,
The pioneers called it -- Hip Hop.