"Please stop, I don'
"Please stop, I don't understand what you are saying.
Especially over that loud beat you are playing.
Your music is tacky and unhinged.
Why don't you have a Beatles Binge?
What about that blind man, how can he play the piano, let alone stand.
Oh, or that Earth Wind and Fire band.
The Prince, yes I heard he died.
His music, I never tried.
Houston, that woman I heard she could sing.
But not better than Blake Shelton can ring."
Please, you probably think I'm racist.
Though these are the facts, face it.
Our music is our voice and that is a basis.
One of the only things we have left, before our whole race has gone left.
Now yes I understand 2016 music I cannot stand,
though all I need is a couple of oldies and a small stand.
So you can listen and understand.
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