Good morning, tcb and all. I think I'll transplant your poem here since I don't like rap battles.
What happened to the poem?
Those 14 line sonnets
With couplets well honed
Were they erased by the ages
Relegated to pages unknown
Thrown in a heap by the side of the road
Are there only rhymes these days
Seemingly thrown and sown with
Haphazard pride
Vulgar to their core
Besmirching creative purity
As if the F Word could cure illiteracy
Purporting that bullying and badgering
Is a from of artistry
The meek, the intellectually weak
Only think they are writing
When in truth they are fighting
The world
I really like that, buddy, especially the summation, "When in truth they are fighting the world."
As Winton Marsalis observed, "rap is modern day minstrel."
Incidentally, buddy. He's a very fine musician.