This is a Wrap

Some folk can note what every note connotes,
but I just head-dip to hi-hats on hip-hop tracks.
Music lets me survive the strife of life.
It was the soundtrack to that spat we had way back,
when DNA played and I could say I wouldn’t stay.
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Some people make a fuss when discussing the cussing,
but I revere what I hear behind the gangsta veneer.
The artistic lyrics of nihilistic hood cynics.
Rap-fluent and affluent may not be congruent,
but rap is my trap and this is a wrap.

Thanks to u/OneHaiku for giving me 'music' as a subject for this poem. It was difficult to write about something that was prescribed. I liked the challenge, so once again, someone give me the topic for my next one. Also, thanks to everyone who reads my scribblings.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/96qe6j/umoja/e43oaig/?context=0
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