bobby sessions first world problems

On Grateful., Bobby Sessions takes the next step … as do I.

Bobby Sessions raps from a perspective of somebody who gets it.

Not “gets it” as if it were a pejorative. Rather, Bobby Sessions raps from a perspective in which you or I understand exactly where he is right now. An album cycle ago, he was the toast of Dallas, the wild-haired linguist who released the city’s best rap album. Even as splintered and chopped up as the city’s rap scene is, Bobby was the middle ground. Somebody who could tell you about his crappy job; quit with a little over two figures in the bank and going for broke.

Law Of Attraction was all about that; audio carpe diem. Grateful., is the logical next step. Sessions, much like anyone on an upward path is now beholden to more than himself. There are critics who want him to succeed at every turn, to feed their insatiable hunger to say they were on the boat first. There are family members who’ve rooted for him since day one realizing that this isn’t a dream anymore. No matter how often he may dive into audio recesses where he swings from bar to bar like a jungle gym, somebody will forever be watching.

I get why “First World Problems” was the first single from Grateful. Unlike the rapid-fire dichotomy of “Peyton Manning”, “Black Neighborhood” and “Black America”. Law of Attraction found footing within a world of fury and disrespect. “First World Problems” still tip-toes down the sideline wanting to stiff arm people for the pure joy of it.

“We got a ways to go.”

The anger had to dissipate in order to get to this point.

Sessions’ is infectious if anything. The constant professing of the Laws of Attraction will have you believing he was better suited as a motivational speaker than rapper. However, he decided to marry them both, not just as a songwriter but a capable rapper all together. The funky hum from PICNICTYME exudes all over grateful. as Sessions wants to tell the world that even if we’ve hit one step, we’re still walking towards something bigger.

“They fed us a bunch of lies because they fear us,” he raps on “La Amistad”. The same Sessions that existed on “Black America” and “Black Neighborhood” didn’t die, he just got sharper and more to the point with what he’s trying to accomplish. Beyond racism, the broken judicial system and deaths from Alton Sterling on, Sessions can be heard in the background ranting to his heart’s content. His soul isn’t in complete tatters, this isn’t a giant walk through the perils of Job where faith is constantly questioned. This is Bobby Sessions, black man trying to smile through all of the bullshit that could bring him down.

grateful. begins with Sessions telling us, regardless of being kings and Gods that mortal life is always susceptible to failure. “We got a ways to go,” he murmurs with the provocation of a Baptist preacher, letting the go hang for effect. “I steer clear of the bullshit, I live right by the pulpit,” he raps on the tape’s closer “Grateful (Always Somethin)”. For a moment, he struggles to understand why he has the power he has now but he dismisses it within the next statement. There’s always something next to push for; something else to cut and fight for. PICNICTYME and R.C. Williams pack hand claps and drums worthy of a march down downtown Dallas on a track as Sessions eventually has a conversation with God himself.

“I’m gonna have to turn this shit around right now,” he admits at the end. That is what being thankful for something is about. There’s no rest, the incline just gets a bit steeper. For every moderate goal I may accomplish or Bobby himself crosses off, there’s another within reach. He’ll get there, but he can’t ignore the days and nights it took to get to this one. Bobby Sessions may not be the best rapper in Dallas, Texas. But he’s certainly one of the few who sees the world to a point where that is the only end goal in mind.

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