I remember listening to Run The Jewels 2. I had just graduated, gotten my work permit and I was desperately looking for anything to keep paying rent since my parents had just told me they couldn’t afford to help me. On the day the album was dropped (two weeks before the release date!), I had just finished my second job interview at a door-to-door salesman job so naturally I was utterly pissed, especially because they lied about compensation before the second interview.
RTJ2 came during some troubled fucking times. Not just for me, but for almost everyone I know. As Ferguson was blowing up, Ebola was spreading and Russia was invading Crimea, the world felt like it was inching closer to a reckoning. Events like those seemed muted and faded, the sort of footnotes that you joke about with your friends in a decade, but it’s not hard to think of them as build up to the brutality that defined 2016, with Russia’s confidence growing to the point it was willing to influence an American election (to which degree, we’ll probably never know), Zika ravaging through third world countries and police departments across the American continent gearing up for a war against those who dared speak truth to power.