That’s right. There’s a few of those left. Those that speak in rhymes not about guns or women, but of their love of music. It’s pure. From Geto Heaven Pt 2:

Thought of things to say to become the in thing for the day
Somehow, that didn’t seem the way for me to make it
Music is a gift that is sacred

Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto
Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow
I got my third eye on the sparrow