J. Cole has a thing to state. KOD, the title of your reigning king of mindful rap’s fifth studio album which surprise-dropped last week, means certainly one of a few matters: Little ones On Medication, King Overdose or Eliminate Our Demons. Apparently the terms are interchangeable, illustrating the ever-darkening environment of nervousness and dread enveloping America (and precisely, black The us) within a write-up-Trump planet. The kids aren’t alright, Cole posits, and through pensive rhymes about dependancy, crime, racism, greed, and violence, KOD sees him go on his legacy of contemplative, heavily-layered hip-hop.

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