As would be expected with most parents, Ms. Wallace did not understand her son�s music either.

�There were days at home sometimes I heard things in the room. I called it noise [laughs]. I didn�t know what it was. I thought maybe the radio was playing something and then they would talk. One day he opened the door and he said to me, �Mom, we�re not making noise. That�s music. I said, �Oh my God. What kind of music is that? Mom, that�s called rap music. To me music was singing and he said, �Mom, I don�t sing, I rap!� So over the years I tolerated the noise [laughs].�