Busted. I drove into the roundabout at my daughter’s preschool forgetting to turn down the music. I was listening to Nas–”Life’s a bitch and then you die that’s why we puff lye ’cause you never know when you’re gonna’ go.” The base made my Passat station wagon vibrate. I quickly turned the music off, but it was too late. A teacher heard it, kids heard it, parents heard it, oh my.
I have to listen to my rap music alone. My husband and I used to play it with our daughter in the car, but this was when she was much younger. She can speak very clearly now, and I could just imagine her saying to her teacher, “I said suck the mother fucker you bitin’ it, shit.” When she’s not in the car we blare it; I blare it: Wu Tang, Beatnuts, Common, the Roots. I love me some hip hop, but I fear listening to it will lead people to think I’m a bad mother. I hide my rap and punk cd’s when the babysitter comes over. She has Hillary Duff on her playlist–she’d totally freak out.
If there are any other mothers out there who need to get thier fix in front of their child here’s a short list of pretty kid-friendly hip-hop:
Guru’s Jazzmataz
De La Soul (early stuff)
Talib Kweli
Wyclef
Mos Def
Ol’ Dirty Bastard–just kidding, bi-atch!