Rappers are Dying
Is it an accident? Murder? Or suicide? In either case, they’re gone.
I got up this past Sunday to be hit by the news that twenty-one-year-old Juice Wrld was dead. He’s not my generation, you understand, but you don’t have to be in my generation for me to like your music. For those of you who are as hip as me, and that ain’t saying much, he sang “Lucid Dreams.”
*I still see your shadows in my room
Can’t take back the love that I gave you
It’s to the point where I love and I hate you
And I cannot change you so I must replace you (oh)Easier said than done
I thought you were the one
Listening to my heart instead of my head
You found another one, but
I am the better one
I won’t let you forget me
It won the MTV Video Music Award for the Best Song of the Summer.
Alicia Keys said that she wished that she had written these words. I can understand why. It expressed desire and loss all at once. But then again, it wasn't rapping. It was a song.
And it was more than a sad song; it was a miserable, depressing, lament for a love gone wrong. But we’ve all gone through a loss like that, where you see the shadows of what once was. “I won’t let you forget me.” How many times have I said that to myself. The other was, “You’ll be sorry!”
