We could sit the whole day and complain about the state of the game or we could give flowers and re-invest to make sure the genre is the biggest franchise again. But the music has to be good. It has to live with us. The bots can’t dictate taste anymore.
My only prayer is for us to get back to that place where we sat with the music. Allowed it to be a part of our lives and memories. Not algorithms dictating our taste.
The art of lyricism will always remain the core of this thing of ours. (R)hythm. (A)nd. (P)oetry.
When it’s all set and done. It is the words we write that will stand the test of time. That is what RAP is about.