It's Monday and I'm late to class

I'm late its a fact, undesputable, solid. I ran to class the whole way from the parking lot, hoping beyond hope that I wasn't late but I was. I walk in, smile and I'm greeted in kind. I can breath just a little.
I sit and realise that everyone is already writing. What are they writing about? Great, I turn to look at the projector, the lyrics to a song I never heard before. We are being asked to think how it makes us feel. I dont know, I didnt hear it.
It strikes me though that its a rap song and I dont see one profain word. He's not the first, but it is pretty rare.
We have to tie it up, class is almost over and yet I'm still not sure how i feel. The words alone don't have any pull on me. I'll have to wait till I get home.
I get home, but I fall asleep and what was supposed to be a half hour nap, turned into an almost full nights sleep. I awake from my slumber and beeline to the computer. google the song and listen.

Ahhh now I understand the pull, the attraction. I understand whats so great about it. The first thing that catches my attention is the melody. It sounds like a choir, you can hear all the childrens instruments, especially the xylophone. It makes me smile and as the rap beat is introduced to the whole mix, I feel like I want to move, dance. It amazes me that such meaning is tacked on to such a catchy beat. I wonder how many other great songs I miss when I sway to the music and miss the words. I wonder if the children playing the tune are some of the children he talks about and if that means they have found a better life. I hope so.