hip hop

Hip Hop DJ

by McCutcheon
I knew a Hip Hop DJ
who used to play basketball
he was black
but still couldn’t jump
had no game

he smoked too much weed
his girlfriend cheated on him
too white to be a gangster
he was even friends with me

then he found music-
not the noise on the radio,
like Puff Daddy fluff,
or hard core rap attacks
but unique electro
abstract feasts
vinyl salvation
the perfect beats

with scratch and a spin
he cued up club bombs
segued fine selections
that made him a God,
now he fucks who he wants
and gets paid on a Saturday night
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