Over by the building iteself was a woman sitting in a car. She had a sour look on her face. Windows down. Stereo blaring. About all I could make out was
"F*ck that b*tch" "Kill that b*tch" "n*gga" ...Over and over and over .... The foul word to normal language ratio was probably approaching 50/50. It was an ugly sound with ugly words, and there she is, just steeping in it. Probably wondering why her life sucks.
You live day in and day out listening to that garbage, steeping in it like fabric in a dye bath ... it's gonna have an effect on you.