for anyone interested in picking a lane:

• rap: here, specifically, is how america is fucked
• punk: I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE
• funk: they want to see us sad, but i refuse to be
• bluegrass:

in 1872 my pappy was born on the coal fields of eastern kentucky. his mother loved him even though he didn't look a thing like his daddy. his daddy loved him too. he looked just like the mine boss. you see back then the only way to make ends meet was for the woman of the family to supplement the income of her husband with sex work. but they loved him for being their son regardless of what he looked like. but i swear to fucking god, if i ever meet that sumbitch James Donald Bowman i'm going to break this goddamn banjo over his fucking head for reperpetuating my suffering by pretending to speak for me. because i love jesus, and that's what jesus would have done. he whipped bankers, afterall