My son and his partner (his BFF, my honorary son (HS), produced some rap songs in our home studio that I bet you could tolerate, if not outright like. They recorded positive rap. At the time (about 32 years ago), record company moguls didn't want that...they wanted to promote "Gangsta rap" and that hard core stuff. I learned to appreciate much of the Rap music via my son and his love for Hip Hop. Some I really like. My HS recorded a song he wrote called Ms. Sabrina. It's more a sing-song-y poem set to music, or soft rap.
“Well Hello Ms Sabrina; been a while since I saw you pass my way, hope you have a good day,
People don't know you exist, well it doesn't really matter cause…
You've been here since...ummm 1925 or 6, Now we have a chance to chat for a bit
A senior citizen, a better one there's never been, even though now and then you can really show them,
The proper way to life is to educate, once this microwave age takes time to meditate
Although Ms Sabrina, if it was up to me I'd like to see how this world would be
If we treated our elders with respect, instead of shovin' ‘em in the corners so they can collect dust,
The younger generation is cruel, plus they’re missin’ out on the best schools,
But to educate the mind when they think they know the call is to try to lead the blind when he swears he sees it all,
The shame, missing the history and once you pass on what you know will be a mystery,
So at this time, if you wish, you can pass me a fat dish of my food,
And tell me the golden rule, ‘cause I see what’s up, I’m not blind,
We say “for all mankind” but the man is not kind, sooo…
Tell me Ms Sabrina, what’s been up since I seen ya?
She said “Now son, your life has just begun, so don’t try to be the one
To win the way the west was won,
The days of the heroes are gone, so I put my head to the ground and move on,
They try to get rid of me…I might be the epitome…of life,
Since I suffer from old age, they treat me like the plague,
You know I’m really glad I’m not a friend of them kids, they should learn to
treat the elders like the Indians did,
They have respect and it shows; they idolize the old,
They know the way to pave the future is to have the past told,
But these kids of today..they don’t really care, they just think I’m in the way,
I said, Well Ms Sabrina, I can understand your frustration and stuff,
Cause this world is kinda rough, but give us kids half a chance,
We’re not all bad and we’re willing to enhance…our future,
So please Ms Sabrina, take a chance on us, I can’t plan for much,
if we don’t keep in touch,
She said, well…okay, let's try it your way, but I’m hesitant to say
It will have to be another day because plans of my own have been made
that can’t be deleted, altered or delayed,
So I said Cool Ms Sabrina, we can chat a bit when you have the time to sit,
right now you gotta split,
So I’ll let you go, check you later; and I really know you can make tomorrow
much greater,
But as Ms Sabrina got on the bus for midtown, she never returned,
I found out about a week later she had completed her life cycle,
Damn! My loss! Cause she was out.”
The words not italicized indicate he went into somber narrator mode rather than sing song-y rap mode. For the music, my son used a sample part of the rhythm guitar track and drums from this song and it came together nicely. This is one of my favorite oldies...not rap.
In fact, it tugs at my heart strings.
i notice it was posted by the Vietnam War Song Project.
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Thanks for that comment. Very funny reason.
