The Poetry Question

Discovering the Relevance of Words

2Chainz is the New Bob Dylan.

**** Post does contain explicit language ****

A few weeks ago, I asked Pigeon John, a fairly well known emcee, about the relevance of poetry in today’s world. He’s someone who I’ve enjoyed listening to over the years, and I truly wanted to know his thoughts on the issue at hand. His response, which you can read above, caught me off guard. Dylan and Berry live through 2chainz? I asked him for clarification, and as you can see, 2chainz is using Lego blocks to create wild emotions. Maybe I’m lost in the metaphor, but I don’t get it. I’m trying. I really am.

As odd as it may seem, I actually listen to 2chainz, and probably more than I’ve listened to Dylan in years. I enjoy the music, and with the type of lyrics that I know I’m getting from him, I sort of let the music creep to the forefront, and don’t worry about anything else. But Pigeon John had me thinking: Is this truly what counts for the new poetry? Should I actually listen more to the lyrics?

So I did. I turned off the music, and I read through the lyrics to every song on the new 2chainz album. It was painful. It was almost as difficult to decipher as text speak. It was most definitely nothing that I would consider poetry. But maybe that’s just it; maybe it’s just not poetry to me because I haven’t lived through his experiences. I didn’t live through the time of Dylan, but I appreciate the lyricism, and the beauty of his metaphors, and use of language to create vast images. I’m not feeling that with 2chainz, but that doesn’t mean that someone who comes from his background doesn’t understand it as much as someone who comes from the 60’s understands Dylan.

I have a very difficult time wrapping my head around 2chainz as poetry. Tupac was poetic at times. Kanye West and Jay-Z are poetic at times. Even Kendric Lamar and Royce da 5’9″ have moments of poetry; but 2chainz? I’ll leave this one up to you. I’ve posted lyrics for “Mr. Tambourine Man” and “Yuck.” You tell me which one you’d consider to be poetry? You are the reader.

Bob Dylan – “Mr. Tambourine Man”

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

2Chainz – “Yuck!”
(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck![Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ’em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got your girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

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