Dare To Ask Talk And News About Our Differences 
Contemplate this scenario:
[I’m a suburban white boy. I’m pampered. Protected. Bored. Feeling neutered. Been told all my life that showing emotions isn’t good. Here’s these guys on TV acting ‘bad-ass,’ very macho and masculine, ‘expressing themselves,’ certainly not like Dad or the guy Mom’s been seeing since the divorce. They don’t know themselves and they don’t know me. I think that they just want everything calm and ‘normal.’ These rap guys are cool. I’m all over it. I’d understand Ginsberg’s writing of ‘dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix’ if anyone bothered to teach us that poem at my lame, conservative school. But, thanks to MTV, I can drag myself through those streets with this music. Maybe I can express myself, my pain, my confusion. Maybe I can learn something. Maybe I won’t end up like my parents. Plus the beats are diggety-dope.]
I used to live in an inner-city. I went to a suburban high school. I observed kids there who felt they had no outlet for the nasty, confusing emotions of adolescence except drugs, sex and types of music – all to piss off/differentiate themselves from their parents. They’re kids, and it’s no different than actual inner-city kids who feel a bit more powerful with rap – which pisses off their parents. It speaks to them, too. It’s happened before (Ragtime, Jazz, Elvis, Jimi) and it’ll happen again. Seamus, they have no clue, plain and simple. They’re so wrapped up in themselves at this stage that they don’t care. Plus, as in the cases of Eminem, DMX, Biggie and Tupac, it’s not all a sham. Some people lived what they rap about.