Prayer to St. Biggie Smalls
AKA The Our Poppa
Our Poppa, who art in Brooklyn, notorious be thy name. On the drive to school, my children yell, for YouTube star music from the depths of hell. Forgive me for swearing, and forgive my children for having bad taste, as I await the day we can listen to hardcore 1990s rap music together. And we may throw our hands in the air, if we are true players. Amen.
Yes, this one came from a very real place.
You can read more of my meanderings here.
Hahaha! When will people learn that Wu Tang is for the children?! But, I think maybe we ease them into things with some Too Short and NWA.