So bad that they know their own coffin measurements. It would be one thing if he were a scoundrel like Jeru tha Damaja, trying to browbeat the platinum hordes into buying his records, but he goes the whole route - he s tender toward women, skimpy with the gun metaphors in his bragging, and discreet about smoking blunts. Andre 3000 and Big Boi of OutKast are both poppier and grimmer. They love sex, for one thing. But lyrically, Stankonia has been compared to Sly and the Family Stone s hopeless masterpiece, There s a Riot Goin On , and the comparison isn t as fatuous as you d think.
African dreams sound silly.
You ve got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams. Individual freedom seems to be the last campaign issue left we haven t burned out on - witness the instant controversy drummed up by John Ashcroft s attorney general nomination. But it s a start.