Pop Music - Zach Sherwin

I was a two-year-old toddler

Still sucking on my bottle

When my parents got divorced

Which was the pits like avocados

Pops hopped in his auto

And he drove off full throttle

Only child, single mom

Not many male role models

Not a lot of father figures

Once my Pop Duke split

So I had to swap him out

And adopt a new pick

And my surrogate pops was hip-hop music

So now I don’t call it 'rap', I call it 'pop music'

Rap music was the father figure that raised me

So I say 'pop music' because I feel as though I’m its son

My uncle Alan set it off when he gave me

Two cassettes as Hanukkah gifts in 1991

Now one of those tapes was by Naughty by Nature

It’s their self-titled debut album, «Naughty by Nature»

And there’s a song on there called «Ghetto Bastard»

About the absent father of Treach, their lead rapper

Where he says, «I was one who never had and always mad

Never knew my dad

Mother fuck the fag»

And using the word fag is not my bag, no

But dag, yo that sentiment was powerful and aggro

Treach also felt lost and alone

But unlike me, he was filled with testosterone

Like Sylvester Stallone

And from then on, class was in session

I was basking in masculine rap lessons

From men like Method Man and Redman

And Beenie Man and Birdman

R.A.

the Rugged Man, La the Darkman

And the Sunz of Man and Paul Barman

And father figures like Big Poppa and Puff Daddy

And Snoop the Doggfather and Kane the Big Daddy

Not crisscross exactly

Daddy Mac and Mac Daddy

But Father MC and Trick Daddy

I learned about male bonding from the Wu-Tang Killa Bees

Eminem taught me craftsmanship and productivity

LL showed me how to be smooth with the ladies

And I learned Jews could be smooth emcees from the Beasties

And I got exposed to anger, violence, and misogyny

'Cause your pops doesn’t only impact you positively

But most importantly, I learned I wanted to be an emcee

The rap apple didn’t fall far from the tree

The rapple!

I never had a daddy rocking my cradle

I just had pop music to rock the stage and the microphone

Pop music raised me as if I was the roof

Not a boy from the hood but these men from the hood

Brought me up from boyhood into manhood

So, here’s the epilogue, I was a college kid in Boston

And my friend at Tufts called me up when class started that Autumn

And she said there was a concert at her school for welcome back

And Naughty by Nature was the headlining act

So I go to the show, and two thirds of the way through

Treach says, «Here's the deal, y’all, every concert we do

We like to showcase local talent, so come on Tufts

You know who your best emcees are

Send 'em on up»

The next thing I know I’m waiting on stage in a lineup

I stood there in a panic, queued the best line in my mind up

'Til Kay Gee, their DJ, looked at me and pointed

And he dropped the instrumental

And I totally destroyed it

Treach said «You blew up the place!»

And put his arm around me

In what I can only describe as a fatherly embrace

And I felt the joy that can’t be expressed as Treach pressed

My Old Navy t-shirt against his bulletproof vest