Tomorrow is (predominantly) old school rap day.
And if there is one thing that I have learned from Jay Z, Eminem, and countless others, it's optimism.
I think part of me may mean this.
My earliest encounters with rap were Will Smith and the Beastie Boys.
I learned that I could go from being in West Philly relaxin all cool to being living large in Bel Air.
I learned that even the biggest geek could rename himself, mix in some bravado, and become Ad-Rock.
It's like rags to riches and Polyanna all wrapped into an urban, sometimes violent, often misogynistic package.
Basically, I am thinking that my (secret) love of (some) rap allows me to ignore bad things, bop my head a little while running, and to fall for mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, and devastating lyrics.
I'm definitely not saying that this lady is a pimp too... but there is something nice about the idea of leaving the dust of the day behind and to pat oneself on the back for mad flow.