That TV box which transmitted hip-hop sounds with moving images were venerated the same way religious relics were praised by priests, while dealing with the harsh reality of growing up without parents. In a day's time, this would go on for hours. I was constantly surrounded by other black teenage residents who took pride in showing off their loose durags, fresh Jordans and fresh white tee's, while ecstatically watching hip-hop videos on the BET channel.
As a teenager, I recall routinely sitting in the group home living room.