XV - Pictures on My Wall
This song in particular really hammers home the underlying reason why I choose to allocate some of my spare time to this blog. Role models can show a sliver of hope in a world full of hurt. In verse 3 XV tells his story of an abusive father who tries to crush any and all ambition, luckily with no avail. To appreciate the power of music, and even more so than that, idolize those very artists who are capable of opening a door where pain can subside is a remarkable feat. I love the song, I love XV's ability to simply yet eloquently get his point across, and even more so than any of that I love the fact that having rappers to idolize got this man to where he is today. Lyrics: XV - Pictures on My Walls I can't breathe in this place thats filled with your sound Can't call a spade a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure it I can't figure it out Out Out It was a pinup The magazines were print up That made me pick the pen up That kept a ni...