Listening to Kelis Taught Me to Embrace Anger
Her anger had made its way to her music; my anger couldn’t find a home outside my own head.
The Chris Rock Show
Noah is a Washingtonian who writes about rap and hip-hop. In his spare time, he searches for the perfect three hour-mix, listens to Solange, and patiently waits for Kendrick Lamar's next album. You can read more of his writing at medium.com/@noahdlyons and find him on Twitter @truelyonking.
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