soft rap returns from the home for the sane persecuted class

Music spins, charged verbals majestically hop
unchallenging to pressed plastic specs
brilliance transformed through
unfathomable electronics attainable
only by credit - a gift of fiscal innocence
around xmas time when lenders get liberal
collecting potential debt service
from an internal third world.

Compacted clips of revolution, rebroadcast
sampled sounds of malcolm,
civil drug war villagers claim casualties.
Ghetto hype makes a media star of bored econ majors
with still enough accent to fool suburban police
bad joke, bro.

Enough to be called enuf
and nine days at County; mom cries
at shattered expectations to the rhythm of
other discs in a pile trying to reconcile this turn
to probable cause, scanning liner note shout outs
funky cartoons, tape foldouts in
an off-campus apartment rented month to month
on government guaranteed loans.
Right resenting mainstreamies
bang the wall calling for speedmetal Barabas;
death to jeep beats by elision's decree.
Minority grants are now repaid
by systemic injustice she reasons,
and turns down the bass.

Lynch-quick, fashion-swift
linearly unrecognizable to the nons,
but this pattern etched
wrinkles and scars of a different dignity
plain as backbeats, pursed lips and mean strolls
unstoppable by one family,
too obvious to unity-loathing county trustees
the idea is tossed to the dread heap.

Humming silences, swallowing bile
thinking positive science, dope dropped
once on the burgle barred bus
in transit to the streets from hell's other home
Soft Rap whistled dixie.