Ah yes...The memories that will associated with "great" cRap tunes. Memories of successful 7-11 robberies. Your first rape. Your first murder. Your first trial and exoneration due to pulling the race card. Your first conviction and sentencing.
Your first time getting buttfucked in prison by your fellow "bruthas". Hearing them spank your ass while waxing cRapsodic about bustin' yo' baboon knot to the soothing sounds of a fellow baggy pants ground ape.
cRap sucks.
it's really like that with ALL music styles. I mean, "sweet hoome alabama" is about ignoring politics, shitting on Neil young, keeping on truckin', and celebrating southern toothlessness. most music is written by degenerates that aren't going to their 9 to 5 jobs as accountants, designed for young people looking for auditory sensation while they drink, smoke, and try to poke.
I just accept that about music - it's written for the heartbroken, the drunk, the horny, the frustrated, the celebratory, and yes, those deemed completely worthless to society. As a human jukebox that has literally played "last dance with mary jane" (a song about a runaway prostitute on drugs) with 15 bands that I can remember, I've found music is pretty much about escape for people.