BAS Poetry: Chance the Rapper on NPR’s Tiny Desk

Updated: Apr 08, 2018 11:01
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Chance the Rapper, NPR Poetry

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What do you do most Fridays? Me — I sit around the house with buddies, drink too much and watch music videos on YouTube. During last weekend’s session, NPR’s Tiny Desk Concerts series was looping (shoutout to the homie, Sherman for the VJing skills!) and eventually came to Chance the Rapper’s. It was pretty good. Then surprising.

In the middle of his set, he broke out some POETRY, which I later learned he wrote in the short time it took him to drive from his Washington, D.C. hotel to the NPR offices. Pretty cool.


Chance the Rapper
Chicago, Illinois

I still have
All the keys
That are of no use to me
They used to, though

On the other side
Was a mansion on a hill
Complete with L.A. pools and fireplaces
And a rim made specifically for people that lie about being six feet to dunk on
Where piano was for decoration
And an old record player was actually for the hos
I was never awakened by the twisting of the door knob
Benzos kiss me goodnight
The bars finally stop working
They used to, though

On the other side was a presidential suite
Complete with living rooms and empty beds
And a rainfall shower head fixture
And the freedom to smoke big dope
And smoking fees also
And the possibility of making a beautiful girl I just met map out in her mind just how many times her apartment could fit in this room
If I could just get in, but the card stopped working
They used to, though

On the other side was a family complete with carpet stains and big gloves and “it’s your turns”
And toys all over the place
I almost fell and broke my fucking neck
And responsibility and refrigerator magnets
And days on the couch
And nights on the couch
And lines drawn in the sand and comebacks that cross the line
And a hornline from our favorite makeup song plays
And all of a sudden, just like that
We’ve rehabbed a phone
The barge stopped working

I still have all the keys that are of no use to me
They used to work, though


The End by Alex Solis, Treadless

The End by Alex Solis, Threadless

Not too shabby if you ask me.
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