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I love music! It  became my salvation as a young child. "Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." - Red Auerbach  It's still my refuge today. I can listen to a song and it will take me back to where I was and what I was doing; it allows me to forget life and get lost in the thoughts and experiences of the artist, and it gives me the power to run faster and the strength to lift more in the gym. Music is a beautiful and powerful thing. But a few months ago as I was driving home I heard a song on the radio that irritated the hell out of me. I don't find myself to be a prude when it comes to music, but this song truly rubbed me the wrong way.
It's by Snoop Dog and Wiz Khalifa featuring Bruno Mars - Young Wild and Free. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wa5B22KAkEk Are you kidding me? It says,
So what we get drunk?So what we smoke weed?We're just having funWe don't care who seesSo what we go out?That's how its supposed to beLiving young and wild and freehttp://www.metrolyrics.com/young-wild-free-lyrics-snoop-dogg.html
I'm not opposed to living young and free, but promoting getting high is ridiculous to me. I have a son that has struggled with addiction, so maybe this song is just too personal for me. What kind of message is this though?  I'm not asking them to be role models, but come on... Snoop Dog has kids.  Does he want them smoking weed because they're young, wild and free?Admittedly, the beat is awesome, it's the words that send me to my crazy zone. Am I just getting old ... I don't think so. Here's some more lyrics that send me over :So what I keep 'em rolled up?Saggin' my pants, not caring what I showKeep it real with my niggasKeep it player for these hoes
So what do you think... am I over reacting, too old to get it, or reading too much into this song? You tell me.

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