Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Hip Hop

In the '70's in the Bronx

Poor blacks in ghettos gave me life

In the streets and the honky tonks

I eased some of the stress and strife.

Anti-drug, anti-violence hope,

I got sang out in rhythmic style,

A ways and means singers could cope

With a hard culture for a while.

A fav at block parties, I grew

To be a hit in my own way,

Singers and dancers grooving to

My magic made by the D.J.

Hip hop music I came to be.

Now decades around has been me.