interlude Poem

Ain't nothin' like hip-hop music, we like it cause we choose it

There ain't nothin' like hip-hop music, we like it cause we choose it, it, it, it

But I knew this girl and she was amazing, she used to dance to the pulse of a different drummer boy

Some called her rhythm and some called her blues, but me, I called her beautiful

That's how she made me feel

She resides in quiet spaces, sometimes in acoustical places, where two, three, and four-part harmonies would come together to form that doo-wop sound

Existing in spaces and places of love, anger, and pain, her messengers had many faces, but her question remained the same

What's going on? What's the question? She asked me and she actually made me care about the answer

Yeah, this girl I knew was astonishing

She had to dance to the pulse of a different drummer boy