You either hate Gucci Mane, or you love Gucci Mane. Gucci Mane, earning the sixth spot on MTV’s Top Ten Hottest MCs, is becoming the poster-child of the unheard voices in urban area America. That voice is the voice of those doing what they have to do, in order to get by in life.
Stepping out of our comfort zones, imagine a place where crime was as recurrent as the postman’s daily route. Picture a place where people’s parents actually do drugs. Or a place where people’s grandparents sell drugs. Picture yourself with the constant thought of worry. How are my kids going to eat? Why did I have to lose my best friend to gun violence? Picture being told you would never amount to anything after being released from prison. Now your back is against the wall with nothing, but your sheer determination for success in a world where you are set-up for failure.
Now envision yourself after all this—debaucheries aside—being able to take the same people who share this world with you, never having seen anything outside of their broken, battered, and baneful neighborhoods, and being able to splurge around town in Hollywood. All the girls in your life who said, “One day you gunna make it” are finally able to see you on stage. Why not pay their phone bill?
It is in this world outside of mainstream America that Gucci dwells. Gucci speaks for those who just want to have a good time in life. Many may like Gucci Mane for his name or slow, provocative lyrics, or beats, but he represents so much more than that. Gucci represents the Everyman.
Of course no one would want to listen to Gucci Mane when pondering on life’s problems and the universal question of why are we all here; however, after a long day at work or in classes, Gucci Mane seems like the perfect boost to the beginning of a perfect night.
You may have heard him on songs with Mariah Carey, or Baltimore’s own, singer Mario, but he’s known much more his club songs and mixtape bangers. Gucci Mane’s music is like sex in a Durex condom.
With the release of his latest album, “The State vs Radric Davis,” Gucci’s hit single “Wasted” is a perfect example of the everyman’s party song. “Ha, rock star lifestyle might don’t make it/ Livin’ life high everyday click wasted/ Sippin on purple stuff rollin up stanky/ Wake up in the morning 10 o’clock drankin’”
Face it! People who drink at 10am may actually have a problem with alcohol; however, a theology professor once said, “Morals differ in differ cultures.” Inside this shock of a culture that Gucci Mane lives in, being wasted is the thing. On the last day of work before a promotion, or the last day of classes before you graduate, it is guaranteed that if you play this song in the comfort of your car or the casualness of the club, you will dance and probably partake in the lyrics of the song.
With producers like Bangladesh, known for the “A Mili” beat, Scott Storch, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, and Mannie Fresh, Gucci never fails to disappoint. Gucci moves crowds like a fire alarm. If a Gucci Mane song played in a club and no one moved, it would be clear that it was not Gucci and a false alarm. His music is hip-hop because hip-hop is a celebration, a rebel against a system. Toast to Gucci Mane for good dance music.
Behind the music, is another story about Gucci. After squashing a beef with fellow Georgia-bred rapper, Young Jeezy, Atlanta has a strong venue of hip-hop artist. But hip-hop saved Gucci Mane’s life. Known as a dope-pusher and drug-dealer, had it not been for rap music, Gucci may have ended up in a coffin. And although he is behind bars for a parole violation, the southern rappers are awaiting until his release, offering bids to feature him on a song. Why? Because if Gucci is on a track then you can reach an entire demographic of people.
Gucci Mane is the bad boy in class who never spoke up, the student teachers wanted to participate. But sometimes it isn’t good for people to participate.
Now he is known as the guy who goes, “Brrrr” on his song, grabbing the interest of those with short attention spans. With a slow delivery, that sounds like drawling and heavy saturation of the gums, he finds a way into not only our ears, but also our hearts. Gucci made it. He is sort of like Barack Obama. We have a black president, so anybody can be president. We got a delinquent who made it, and that means anyone can make it.
Gucci is everywhere. Until his release from jail, download a mixtape or two. They are all free on the Internet, and the lyrics can be amusing sometimes; for example, “No sleep for two days, so my people’s lift me up/ Five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule/ Bangladesh and Gucci Mane, n*** know they in trouble/ Green ice, red light, caution Gucci rock yellow.”
Gucci may not live up to every hip-hopper’s notion of hip-hop, but he is doing something right to be on the radio and move 90,000 albums his first week. Gucci is about to be a household name if he isn’t already. Don’t forget your Gucci slippers, Gucci belt, Gucci purse, and your brand new Gucci iPod.
~Free Gucci and Save Hip-Hop~