V Mc B

Cherry Blossoms in the Hizzy, Yo!

It’s hard to replicate genius. Believe me! I know! This Friday marks the second annual Cherry Blossom Festival of Cambridge’s legendary Putnam Avenue — which shall be celebrated with a gala event on my friend Sarah’s porch. Last year, I commemorated the festival with a hit song entitled “Cherry Blossom Time” (lyrics to follow, possibly to satisfy tomorrow’s BEDA requirement).

Oh, what a song it was. Because I was kind enough to provide lyric sheets for everyone, it actually degenerated into a full-blown sing-along … which we don’t see enough of at parties these days.

The way I see it, I have two choices this year: either reprise my instant classic, cementing it into the annals of Cherry Blossom History … or live on the edge and try to top it.

I’m sure you’re thinking what I’m thinking: Clearly, I must compose a rap.

I KNOW, right??!

I’m willing to bet that a fusion of the delicate, symbolic beauty of cherry blossoms with the gritty realism of hip-hop culture has never been attempted before! (Not in English, anyway.) I will be breaking some serious ground here. The parallels, once illuminated, will be difficult to ignore: if you’re a wayward youth seeking acceptance by joining a violent street gang, might your life become just as fleeting as a cherry blossom set free by the wind? A blossom whose time on earth, though undeniably beautiful, is destined to be heartbreakingly brief?

The answer to that question is YES!

I’ll be sure to report back on my lyrical progress. Until then, please take time to contemplate the fleeting nature of life — and don’t fucking take it for granted because you could get capped at any moment.

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