I’ve been practicing self-abuse in the form of listening intently to J. Cole’s Born Sinner. It’s not that I hate the thing, but there’s nothing that motivates me to listen. His beats are rarely spectacular and his meandering stream-of-consciousness writing style frustrates me because I hate trying but still getting all the way to the end of a song without any clue of what it was about. Born Sinner isn’t plain old bad, just pretty easy to sleep through when I’m tired of trying to listen. So I’m left without much to say about it.
But I do have at least one concrete thought that sprung from Born Sinner. It’s up above but I’ll repeat it:
If You Don’t Have Anything Smart to Say…Shut Your Pie-Hole