It was the summer of 2010, and I was about to enter my freshman year of high school in the following months. The three months of no school was filled with lots of running, as I was geared to join the cross-country team. My older brother was going to be a senior and he was already the captain of the team, so it was very welcoming and motivating to train with him and the team, but was a lot of hard work. Every morning, we’d wake up at the crack of dawn, and drive to a dirt-trailed forest of some sort to log miles and miles, and miles, of running. My brother’s teammate usually would pick us up on the way there and he has quite the taste for music, ranging from hardcore rap to folk/bluegrass. Up to this point in time, Hip-Hop was the genre of my liking as most other young black kids gravitate towards, but became enlightened. In his car, he had an aux cord and iPod filled with country music. So every morning, to uplift our spirits and create a happy vibe before hours of grueling training, we listened to the popular country hits at the time. It may have come out 2 years prior to that summer, but one album stuck out amongst the others: Learn to Live by the freshly minted, black country artist Darius Rucker.