My Quest To Write One Piece a Day for 100 Days: Day 1: Gucci Mane
2016 has been a wildly disappointing year. We lost some of music’s GOAT (Prince, David Bowe, Kanye West), we’ve watched as the police have gotten away with murder, and the cherry on-top of the shit-sunday that is 2016, Donald Trump is our president. It would seem like all hope is lost, but there is one glimmer of hope. One ice-cream tatted, iced-out diamond of hope, Gucci Mane.
Gucci Mane has had the year of a life-time, and I don’t mean a human’s life, I mean the life of the universe. Nobody on Earth or any other planet has had a year as rewarding as the East Atlanta Santa.
Prison changed Wop. He went in a drugged up mess that pushed women out of Hummers and wielded guns at the police. But that’s the old Gucci. The new Gucci is sober. He’s in shape. He says things like exquisite. Most importantly, though, he doesn’t push women out of Hummers anymore.
Since his release though, Gucci has gotten engaged, dropped two albums, got his first number one with ‘Black Beatles’, has dropped two collab tapes with Lil Uzi Vert and Future, has made his late-night television debut, and even did a phenomenal NPR Tiny Desk Concert with Zaytoven. The most insane thing is that he’s not even done. Gucci is planning on dropping the next installment of the East Atlanta Santa mixtape-series tomorrow, The Return of The East Atlanta Santa, on DJ Khaled’s Beats One radio show.
Listen, Gucci might not be your favorite rapper, but how can you not root for the guy? He’s making changes in his life, and he’s got the best smile in all of hip-hop(sorry D.R.A.M. but you got nothing on the Wop). I know the future doesn’t look too bright right now, but at the end of the day we can look to Gucci Mane to be our beacon of hope.