Rubberband Banks

“And you ain’t never ever gotta go in yo’ wallet;
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five, six rides with rims and a bodykit;
You ain’t gotta downgrade, you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want;
Can go to any store, buy any bag she want…”

T.I., Whatever You Like

Let’s talk about this for a moment, shall we? Don’t get me wrong, I love T.I. and I love this song, but I think I feel some type of way about the words. Though I know it’s no new discovery that rappers are talking about purchasing every little material thing money can buy, for the supposed greater good of our womanhood - I have decided, just today, that I have issues with this theory.

If you really want to buy me something, buy me stock, buy me a commercial property, shoot, buy me a Target (seriously).

Or… you can just love me. I know that sounds very cliche girly, but dammit, oh well.  Seriously, I don’t need bags made from some near extinct animal, cars that cost more than my two degrees combined, and clothes that I am afraid to get hot dog juice on. I mean, it’s a nice plus, don’t get me wrong, but without the foundation of love, trust, respect, what is there really? A transaction. I think the less money people have, the more creative they have to be to express emotion. Its easier to drop a couple hundred bucks on a cool gift to say ‘I love you.’ What’s a little more difficult is spending $5 to say ‘I love you.’

All this to say, I’m creating my own rap song. My rapper name is going to be “Lexi P” - and my song will talk about how we don’t need rubberband banks, because usually… a man who knows the price of everything, likely knows the value of nothing.