The Muse-Sic Trap

The Music Trap and Boyism

Silent wars silent songs
Silent shots quiet storms
We hear it all We listen close
Then go to sleep cause it’s joke


A song is like silent grenade you never hear explode
Our subconscious holds more than we’re told
Cultures can be turned into cults
At the click of a button

Unaware of the international judgement and fear; it is clear this multifaceted machine
Can limit a generation

Limit your liberation
Strengthen you’re gentrification
While generating revenue to keep you in trues
Religion intrusive, Opinions ruthless,

Trapped in glass houses
Glued to glass walls
Rocks are cast out
You die when it all falls
Some call it suicide
Others just wanna floss
Some call it being gay
Others just want a pause
in there presence

Faith is future
Death is the past
So life’s the present

Cherish your time.



No more debating to compensate
For our own reservations
It’s in you’re heart
Immerse in the vibration
There is a different truth for every situation

And face it everyone is not gonna “make it”

How many poor talents are picking numbers and waiting.
For hip hop to captain save him

Life passing by, more family dies
More homicides, more cover-ups, lies
Before you know, you missed your season.
Responsibilities mean more when you keep them.


Putting superficial fantasies before your family tree is treason
And At one point I was so low
everyday I was bumping Spotify smoking weed and
I’m cussing more and fussing more without
Seeing reason

I crave a blunt whenever I hear the beat and

It’s killing kids by the region faster than drugs

Man and some of these rappers
Taking it in the butt
Before they make the cut
Then they make the cut and take the butts

An industry constructed of fuckers and fucked


 A song can gas up your child to take a life
Before they have lived long enough to know sacrifice.
The silent instrument of the antichrist,
Which is more of your way of thinking ,
We have to think of society more as one human being

Mesmer’s theory’s states that music imbues a
Romantic trance, and touches woman
So deep they welcome sexual advance
Think Garden of Eden

The social history of medicine, volume 25, issue 2 states “It triggers automatic phenomena in the brain Akin to reflexes”
Think about the content and why the black man Is regressing

Little boys that know the song and dance
Are more likely to sag their pants and shoot their mans off a xan, while holding a phone full of bands
Because Your never too young to understand vibrations.


Hip Hop raised me, hip hop aged me
Hip hop caged me, but it was not maturing
It was a parent while my own were working
Regrettably, I fed my brothers the same poison
So their cross-roads I must bare
Because everybody’s high and nobody cares

Every body is woke but nobody’s there as gate keepers spew false truths from their chair

Consequence, the youth seems movement impaired

Duality; All ideas come in pairs
It’s all in the black and white squares
Double mindedness traps movement
Trap is like the new civil rights movement

Probably why there is no civil rights movement
I can say that because civil rights sure ain’t moving

But the transition was so smooth
We never noticed we lacked music
Kids think Lil uzi vert is a troll that acts stupid
Imagine your child idolizing his
Influence

No one once stopped to think it was actually “Trap music”

In doses, it’s entertaining
When concentrated it is entraining
A series of vibrations that cause another
Vibration to mimic the wavelength .

This is the equation to the New Age Generation.


Autonomy dead, economy fed, new generation
willing to die mislead.

Black man afraid to stand with or without the bread
Because all our leaders caught a Bullet to the head.
And still they have the audacity to ask us why we don’t stand for the pledge?

Cause you gon shoot me.

It was until I started loving that I realized I was dead
And it was until I started seeing that I saw
How it affected my head.

Hip hop is dead
Hip hop is dead
Hip hop is dead
And it’s still trying to kill you.

I lost my whole childhood wondering what pac would do
14 years old moving like I’m 22
Sad it took til 23 for me to see
It is not what I want to do.
I cannot be another gatekeeper
Keeping your child on the stoop
Reaping the benefits off the open minds I pollute

That is why
they all sound depressed in interviews
That’s why
Up and coming rappers sound repressed in the booth
Because money cannot buy freedom
Like they are telling you

It’s stress in the booth

All most of them have left to their name  is a percentage of revenue
Be careful who you’re praying to on that pedestal.
These people are deceitful and after the intellectual
Your main goal in life should be a better you.
I wish someone would’ve told me.
Before my dissatisfaction grew
That I was enough; a king
That did not need to be approved
If this poem did not teach you at least one truth.
Please, tune in to what your child listens too.


-Mel