Travis Grandt

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Perhaps he’d once been like me—a slave. But then he grabbed the mic like a cudgel, raised it to the sky, lightning struck, and the cudgel was now a hammer, and the slave was transfigured into a god whose voice shivered the Earth. And that is the story hip-hop told me then.
We Were Eight Years in Power: An American Tragedy
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