it was rap , but it wasnt like the rap that came out of black experience with the repetitive rhyme and the internal rhythms that carried the meaning in it , carried the feeling in it , as everyone knew it , as everyone construed with in the drawl of a last word or phrase that led you consider it , that let you reconsider the way it should be said , the song of the head when it was still attached to the heart , the plantation call still there coming from behind a high , invisible wall .