Originally, I was going to write some long rant about how everyone is overreacting to the freestyle rap "attempt" by incoming OU freshman Josh Jarboe. In it, I was going to complain about the people that want Jarboe kicked off the team. You know, the boring white stale people from Oklahoma who are shocked that a young African-American male from the bad part of Atlanta raps about guns, shooting people, and bitches. You know, the people who have never listened to "gangsta rap" and don't know that the rapper generally gives a glamorized narrative of a street life filled with guns, gangs and drugs. The people that don't understand that this doesn't appear to be premeditated"“that he was simply freestyling"“meaning he came up with this stuff off the top of his head, and in the process, threw out all those boring rap cliches that 90% of the players on the football team listen to each and everyday.
No. I wasn't going to write about that stuff at all. I figured it would be more fun to to try transcribe his rap into a spoken word poem you might hear some hipster recite at open mike night at Galileo. Enjoy: