I just want to say two words. Just two words. Are you listening? ‘intense dislike’.

I do not like hip hop.

Well, because it sounds immature. Keep rolling your eyes, I hope you find the brain you are looking for. Don’t get me wrong, this is not stereotype transference. Given, these puerile 20-year olds with ugly looking tattoos and disfiguring body piercings, singing about women’s ass, rapping and aggrandizing the level of power they have, shove their red-blooded maleness and sultriness down our faces. They make it so hard for people like me to want to savor their genre of music, however, that doesn’t take away the certitude of the music just being plain boring. A total and a complete bore.

How do they keep yapping about a single line forever? The repetitiveness is just killing.

Music is supposed to make you feel things. I feel nothing when I listen to hip hop. It is almost like I’m a hard solid rock. Music should lift your spirit. Hip hop amputates it. And there is nothing as frustrating like an amputated spirit.

Asides Baileys Irish cream, nothing comes close to good music. The lyrics coming together, delivered in a powerful voice emanating from within. That is pure magic.

I can’t relate to rap. However, I understand that you do. And that is fine. You must not relate to something to understand it.

I only ask that you accord me same gesture. Understand me too.