Art Hobbesby Sabrina Dawkins Art Hobbes, Kanye said,“Why would I readwhen I have the opportunityto fucking watch TV?”Art Hobbes, Timbaland said,“The damage is doneso I guess I’ll be leaving.”Art Hobbes, athleteshave you looking at a playground sportas a possible career dream.Art Hobbes, after programming is completeand in front of the TV you’ve Fallen asleep,Timbaland said,“The

Public School Bluesby Sabrina Dawkins I remember at 13under gym weight room stairwellin the dark,behind closed door,cutting class,young black femalestoo young to smokebut one of themalways brought Newports.They taught me Marlboroswere for white people.Teenage voices ad-libpopular R&B song lyricswithout the music,flippantdiscussing sex encountersas if they should beset to music,as if they were entertainmentfor our ears:Shrugs,

Hot as Hellby Sabrina Dawkins People don’t knowhow to grow crops anymore.It was dark.I went to the grocery store,and for conveniencethere was an orange gas tubecoming out of the pavementat each parking space.I wondered if this dream meantorange fire slowly heatsthe earth from below.God knowsgas and cars slowlymake metaphors of hell true.

Satan’s Moralityby Sabrina Dawkins Satan’s morality comes from outside,in blue uniforms,and cameras,and nightsticks.The investigators look at youwith cold eyesand tight lips.They can’t give you advicebecause that would breakthe façade of being objective.You’ve committed a crimeso forced correction consistsof being caged.But caging an animalonly breaks the spirit.Holy Spirit moralityresides within,so no clunky cameras,or uniforms, or nightsticks,

Demonic Rap Bassby Sabrina Dawkins Beside subwooferin the trunkis a large trash bagfilled with aluminum cans,and no, Big Boi,they don’t sound good.Nevertheless, the winner was rap.Moses Hogan showedme he didn’t get the jobbecause during the auditionhe hit too many high keyson the pianoto try to raise your soul.But you wanted low bass thumps,heavy blows,to knock

My Artificial Black Pantherby Sabrina Dawkins Lauryn Hill is my collard greenscooked with M&M’s,“To do black music so selfishlyand use it to get myself wealthy,”with a natural short afro,throwing up the 666 sign,wearing Louis Vuittonwhile singing to young black girlsto respect themselves,articulating “Black Rage.”Pseudo black liberation,nihilistic chaos,sold out,masqueradingas a black intellectualbut harboring artificial ingredients:thirty pieces

Jay-Z is Antoine Dodson – Black Shame Made Entertainingby Sabrina Dawkins Antoine Dodson is Jay-Zvomiting out big-city crime.The Gregory Brothers are Rick Rubin,putting shame to music.And that Tiffany Haddish beauticiansells you creamy crackthat puts scabs on your head.You should get your money back. Huntsville Real-Time News: The bedroom intruder that made Antoine Dodson famous tells