
Of course, I never imagined A$AP Yams passing. That’s why our favorite rock stars and rappers always seem invincible, we rule out death because they seem in control. Even when someone is on the hardest of drugs, you are constantly trying to ignore the looming possibility of death. After all the songs about dying, after all the years of escaping death, the Reaper had finally caught up to him. When Lil Wayne first began having seizures in 2013, I thought it was over.

“Long live A$AP Yams, I'm on that codeine right now” -Future ("Slave Master") The drugs that made him infamous didn’t carry him to the other side. Fabo survived, able to stand on a stage and be seen as an Atlanta legend. Even though his cries for help are eerie, the production is booming with an infectious energy that makes what would be a depressing song into a lively single ready for radio.īoth artists made confessional realism glossed over with compelling melodies, stylistic verses, and the kind of beats that charm ears the way pungi and bansuri charm snakes. Fabo was “ Gik’d Up,” high enough to see spaceships on Bankhead it wasn’t Red Bull but the pills he popped gave him wings. No one seemed bothered by the hallucinations that haunt the first verse or uncomfortable by the catchy chorus that openly admits to needing a doctor. It’s been about a decade since the man and song dominated Atlanta airwaves, but even back then, Fabo was able to turn his drug dilemma into a breakout anthem. “ Help me, help me, help me,” he rapped as an energetic crowd chanted every word. I recently saw him perform a short set during A3C. In a way, Future reminds me of Fabo, the highly-energetic and animated member of D4L.

“Bitch, I'mma choose the dirty over you, You know I ain't scared to lose you” -Future ("Thought It Was a Drought") Crazy that one of today’s most popular rappers can do an album with the world’s biggest artist and there’s a lack of celebration, a lack of exuberance, having an endless supply of women, weed, and Washington's never sounded so sullen.įuture might be trap music’s most tortured soul. Future seems to be looking toward the past, attempting to escape the present, and uncertain of tomorrow. He’s obviously suffering from a form of survivor’s guilt, something that Drake is unable to imitate. A lot of his verses are filled with unnamed kidnappers, robbers, and murderers, not the company you expect to be around a rapper nearing the top of mainstream’s mountain. Yet, he’s haunted by this, knowing the place he came from is still filled with people he knows. You really get a sense that Future came from nothing, a kid that was raised in the trenches and is now living a life of lavish luxury. “Wake Up in the house I look up, I see bales everywhere I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere I see hell everywhere” -Future ("Live From The Gutter") All the triumph and success is being contrasted with escapism through over-indulging in dangerous debauchery. It’s more like an undertone of darkness that is seeped into the crevices of Future’s music. Not every song sounds like he bought a one-way ticket to overdosing, though.

“This lean got me nauseous, but I keep on using' it” -Future ("High Fashion") He was only getting more popular, acquiring more acclaim it’s hard to be alarmed for his health when every song is turning the party up and “March Madness” is slowly becoming the new National Anthem. Future had them hooked, they couldn’t get enough.
Slaves drowning in my addiction lyrics mac#
Every release after his Monster mixtape followed the pattern of juxtaposing the two realities, displaying his victories and vices like paintings in a gallery, hung on enticing production and infectious melodies for the world to see, he got further away from the Astronaut that sung love-ballads on Pluto and elevated to his higher self, much higher.įuture had reached a zone similar to where Mac Miller ended up on Faces. Under the influence, his best music was born and his life at risk. Even though he seemed to be on an extreme bender toward a very dark destination, the hive was buzzing with an unrivaled enthusiasm.
