...I ain't talking 'bout Lindsay Lohan, I'm talking 'bout that sniff, that blow, man!
-Juelz Santana, 2007.
According to The San Francisco Chronicle (appropriately distributed from The Yay Area), cocaine prices are dropping steadily nationwide. The drug has gained immense popularity nationally, making the U.S. one of the few non-South American countries where the average price for a gram is still generally less than 100$, and prices are dropping considerably. Obviously this is an average, nearly all drugs are less expensive in urban areas, especially ones near southern borders.Interestingly enough, trends in southern rap have shifted dramatically since 2005, around the same period that cocaine prices reached a decade low, and it's popularity may soon take precedence over that of it's trailer-park dwelling cousin, meth.
Atlanta residents have kinda abandoned Crunk, the energetic party music of the early 2000s. Trunks now rattle with the dark low-end of trap heroes like Young Jeezy, Young Joc, Rick Ross, and (too) many more. Trap music is almost explicitly about cocaine and the resulting violence associated with it's distribution, with epic synths and staccato drum patterns abound.
The romanticizing of the devilish white powder has influenced impressionable children far and wide. The Clipse are thought by many to posses the largest yayocabulary, their 2006 release Hell Hath No Fury is a tedious exercise in illicit synonym use. It's also considered by many to be the best rap album of the last 5 years. Apparently their sphere of influence extends into my home-state of Idaho.
And it only gets better! Young, innovative celébutantes are devising new ways to embarrass themselves while simultaneously damning the futures of their prepubescent fan base. Authorities have been well aware of the presence of flavored synthetic drugs like methamphetamine and cocaine for a while, but I predict an upswing in the incarceration rates of 12 year old girls when major news outlets get wind of this (assuming it is true, which it likely is not).
It probably all stems from the fact that she has been surrounding herself with the wrong crowd, namely, Juelz Santana, who likened her metaphorically to a bag of cocaine in E-40's White Gurl.
Surprised? I'm not. Stoked? Of course.
