Post poetry that relates to inner city America and the conditions

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>>9661297
Can someone please analyze this?

Hey little mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon' turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete that I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

Are you really so ignorant that you think those lyrics actually deal with "inner city America and the conditions there"? Do you actually know what it's like to live in inner city America? Where you have to worry about your little brother making home safe from school, worry about keeping him away from drugs and drug dealers?

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>>9661297
Is this a modern love poem that accurately represents current American culture?

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real,
Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He said he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like...

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang bang bang,
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
Because he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like...
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt (look at her butt)

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>>9661320
Phantom that's all red
Inside all white
Like something you ride a sled down
I just want that head
My Brittany got mad
I'm barely her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
Watch the way that I trap now
Stacking my bands all the way to the top
All the way 'til my bands fallin' over
Every time that you leave your spot
Your girlfriend call me like "Come on over"
I like the way that she treat me
Gon' leave you, won't leave me
I call it that Casanova
She said I'm insane now
I might blow my brain out
Xanny help the pain out
Please, Xanny make it go away
I'm committed, not addicted but it keep controlling me
All that pain, now I can't feel it, I swear that it's slowing me, yeah

I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "I am not afraid to die."
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, yeah
All my friends are dead, yeah

are you trying to imply that there are no rap songs with admirable poetry? by cherry picking trash?

rip in peace to prodigy

sad that he succumbed to sickle cell

survival of the fit only the strong survive

>>9661391
I unironically love hip hop and I agree. RIP.

>>9661426
The Infamous is the total 90s east coast street life condensed into album form

>>9661426
it's funny to me how much indie rock bullshit came out of brooklyn over the last decade, but i still only know the streest, projects and neighborhoods from 90s rap, hip-hop is like a map of new york, all the indie rock is so generic it could be from any gentrified town on the planet

holy shit prodigy's last album was called "hegelian dialectic"

my guillotine, drank promethazine

>>9661297
>implying thesemsongs are written by the performers