What Does Black Sound Like?

So remeber the sneek peak of the June issue of Ebony magazine that I gave you all a while back. You know the one with C Breezy on the cover? Well last night while watching The Resurection of Tupac it all got me to thinking: What does black sound like? And what is Black music? After hours of intensive contemplation this is what I came up with:

What is Black Music?
Black Music is the voice of the oppressed, heard by everyone, but listened to by know one
It is the incessant pregnancy in poverties womb, minus a few miscarriages
Black music is the catalyst to a long awaited social movement
It satisfies the American appetite, and waters the ghetto’s concrete rose
Black music is Mariah Carey’s highest note, the southern Baptist church on any given Sunday; the beat of the Congo’s drums, all of Alicia’s keys, Purple Rains, and the essence of spiritual equality
It is the genie that grants you eternal wishes, with absolute hope that they will come true
Black music is not black at all, but is a conglomerate of the world’s colours
It is the invisible bridge that connects “us” to “them”
As complex as human autonomy or as mystical as a New Orleans cemetery, Black music is the subconscious yearning for mental solstice
Black music is Jimmy Hendrix last strum of his guitar, Tupac’s resurrection, Marvin Gaye’s Mrs. Jones, the highest mountain, Biggies final breath, earth, wind, and fire, Beyonce’s jelly, Lenny Kravitz’s Destiny, “Crown Royal on ice”, a Rhythm Nation, and the Queens handsome Prince.
It is the lingual exorcism of centuries of depression
Black music is the reincarnated banjo of the ancestors
Black music is multicultural literature at its best
It undeniably radiates from Africa’s core and penetrates its consumers like a tornado at high wind.
Black music sounds sweet, relative, metaphorical, and true
So what does Black sound like to you?