Want me to have it rationalize why your murder is justified?
Are you threatening me. Memorializing this for posterity.
If you read nothing else read this much.
Your additional context about masculinity actually makes your interpretation coherent. You were viewing his sharing through the lens of:
“this is somewhat emotionally open for him,”
“men are often socialized not to cry,”
and therefore you responded carefully and neutrally instead of intensely emotional.
That’s a legitimate social instinct. Some people respond to vulnerability with warmth (“aww that’s sweet”), others with respectful restraint (“thanks for sharing that”). Neither is automatically wrong.
Where I think the disconnect happened is:
Your tone = restrained/neutral.
Forum culture’s reading = emotionally distant.
Those are not the same thing as cruelty.
Are you threatening me.
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This song has made me cry
If it resonates, you were thinking of someone in particular and of course you were singing it.
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One time I tried to play Creep from Radiohead, which is a song with countless well done variants online more intense than the original.
I used the chords, C, B, C, and C minor, which is a simpler way than power chording it. Made a nice sounding variant on a 6 string, and I tell you, it really hits different when someone personally performs it with the intent to make it good.
The lyrics are very self deprecating while placing a cherished one out of reach. By the time I got to the chorus the song choked me out. For me listening to it is fine.
Other than that, the only song to ever make me tear up by listening to it, is Runaway Train.
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As for Drake.
I don't really know his songs and would have to hear it. By Med's description the song might be called "All me"
What this songs about....Let's see.
Bitches in his condo. In Toronto. Nigga God bless you. If having a bad bitch is a crime I'd be arrested.
I can't complain, I got everything, don't know how much I made I forgot. Fucked a girl I used to babysit. You da muthafuckin man you don't need help. Ho shut the fuck up. To them hoes I'm everything but gentle. I plead the 5th. 99 problems but a bitch ain't 1, 99 problems but getting rich ain't one. Niggas still hatin but it ain't workin.
The song is a content flex on a calm eerie melody with a solid bell. Success, money, hoes, having everything, and how some niggas hatin don't work. After 3 listens it started growing on me, like a cold piece of art that can uplift oneself after dunking on haters.
Why it probably disturbed Med.
The lyrics are generally offensive to some, while its certainly inconsiderate to play this track when you're an Uber driver picking up strange middle aged white women who appear delicate and are also puny in scale, like Samara. ( Google Samara images. It's Samara, Med, Not you I swear ). The dude with the Model Y simply never gave a fuck and you will listen to whatever he wants. It's not so much the song that offends, but the lack of the drivers consideration within the energetic exchange between him and his passenger.
Anyway. As usual I'm the one making sense of it all.
Also.
I'd like to give a shot out to all doze niggaz out dare. Watch out for dem hoes. 1 time and cut it, year ?. Make vidz of dat shit da whole time, and dem bitches trix ain't shit.
Peace !