22 March 2017:
"I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks." --Lupe Fiasco, "Mural"
Look, I never heard of Lupe Fiasco before today, but a student I am really fond of mentioned him today (he's crazy about the guy) and I told him I would check out this song. It's not my usual taste, of course, but this is a heck of a song with some really impressive lyrics. Yeah, I am old and it's not written for me, but I am glad to have listened to it.
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