by Rachel Lynch in

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Sometimes you don't realize all the things that make you, you. I remember my Daddy picking me up from middle school in the black escalade with 50 Cent's Get Rich or Die Tryin' album on blast. I remember memorizing the Ying Yang Twins album and getting in trouble for blasting it from my bedroom after 8pm.  I remember hanging out in my best friend Jordan's big green truck after 7th period listening to Lil Wayne, getting high above the law. I remember my Mom taking me to Target the same DAY Eminem's "Lose Yourself" single came out on CD. I remember listening to it on repeat in my room, warming up in my pink leotard before ballet class. I remember my freshman year of art school when I bought my first skateboard. I'd blast Mac Miller on my little white ipod as I skated to my classes. I remember junior year when I moved to Midtown and joined a boxing gym. J Cole's "The Sideline Story" had just come out and we'd get down to "Work Out" all morning long. I remember sitting alone in my apartment crying to Atmosphere and sitting on my fire escape listening to Brother Ali. I remember flying home for holidays and getting picked up at the Detroit airport with my brother and dad singing along to Rick Ross. I also remember us driving Sunday mornings to church bumping Lecrae, and my dad opening the sun roof and putting all the windows down.

You see, some of the best memories in my life have been directly linked to rap music. And I wouldn't say it's influenced me to do bad things, but it has been more significant in my life than I can ever explain.

sweatshirt by Danielle Guizio

goner platforms by UNIF

sunglasses by Zero UV 

photos by Alina Tsvor