Thoughts drive my mind
Making me happier
In thoughts health and wealth I find
In thoughts I discover Napier
Handling logarithms
If my mathematical ability grows snappier
HipHop popularises African rhythms
Elevating them into a rich art form
Condemned by illiterate teams
Which in the global village roam
Singing sounds of the past
So rigid in the comb of stylistic storm
Traditional music genres cast
As an icon
Youths can't consume in any recipe repast.
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