J. Cole has something to convey. KOD, the title of the reigning king of acutely aware rap’s fifth studio album which surprise-dropped last 7 days, means certainly one of a few things: Young children On Medication, King Overdose or Get rid of Our Demons. Evidently the conditions are interchangeable, illustrating the at any time-darkening atmosphere of anxiousness and dread enveloping The united states (and exclusively, black The united states) within a put up-Trump earth. The kids aren’t alright, Cole posits, and through pensive rhymes about habit, criminal offense, racism, greed, and violence, KOD sees him proceed his legacy of contemplative, seriously-layered hip-hop.

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