Today is a holiday. Today is a special day. Today marks one year since the day our lives changed. What was once considered sorrow and confusion is now a mere collage of hope and prosperity.
On March 16th, 2015, during a time of racial slander and overdraft fees, Future released “March Madness,” and saved us once and for all from the dark pits of Twitter mentions saturated in Soundcloud links and spam jams.
I vividly recall arguing with the mother of my children when I walked away and checked my iPhone notifications. There it was. Future just tweeted a link to March Madness and right before my thumb caressed the smooth screen covering my iPhone, it hit me.
You know when your grandmother’s friend invites you to church and you silently feel like God is watching and if you decline her offer you’d be banned from eternal life and forgiveness?
That’s exactly how I felt.
The problem I faced is I was only millimeters away from crossing Data Overage Boulevard and there was no signs of any wifi signal in sight.
What did I do?
I said “the hell with Verizon, I need reassurance!”
I clicked it and never looked back.
Produced by Tarantino, “March Madness” sent me into an instant race against my own morals. I felt like I was playing Mario Kart and made it to the level with the colorful race track in the sky. I had to win that race.
“Dress it up and make it real for me!” Yes! I still don’t know what that means but I know I hope my future wife does just that.
Lyrics such as “F*ck a cougar like she Halle Berry. Future Hendrix, Dirty Sprite, legendary” would echo as I whipped the foreign like the Chevy it realistically is.
Once known for needing someone to turn on the lights, Future claimed this new girl keeps it so real, he’s going to always return and f*ck with her. I feel you, bro, I feel you.
“I was working and serving in Nautica” served as Future’s testament that you can respectively go from broke to balling like its March Madness after leaving your fiancé to pursue your dreams.
It was dark outside, my emotions were everywhere, but Nayvadius Cash brought hope to my life, along with dirty soda in the styrofoam. For that, I am forever grateful.
Thank you, Future.
Carmelo “Mellzy” Sanchez is born again, and has dedicated his life to raising the bar one wave at a time. Stay jiggy. Ask him about his younger creative self, and you might hear some stories you’ll never forget.