Andy Ruiz Jr. Didn’t Deserve To Be Champ

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the shits, son. On the real, Andy Ruiz Jr. fucking blew it, man. Like, he had the opportunity to solidify his place in boxing history and he pissed it all away, fam. Bruh, in six months, Ruiz went from Rocky Balboa to the new Buster Douglas. All in all, based on his (lack of) discipline, Ruiz didn’t deserve to be champion.

Ok, for those who missed it, Ruiz fought Anthony Joshua for the second time this past weekend. Now, as a reminder, back in June, Ruiz threw a monkey wrench in everyone’s plans. I mean, based on Joshua’s previous dominance, we all wanted to see him mix it up with Deontay Wilder and Tyson Fury. In addition, since Ruiz was a last-minute replacement (due to Jarrell Miller‘s multiple failed drug tests), not a lot of people gave the fat Mexican a chance, son.

Regardless, Ruiz put on the performance of a lifetime and derailed Joshua’s momentum, man. Look, there was no fluke in Ruiz’ June victory, fam. The fact is, he knocked Joshua down four times AND was ahead on two of the three scorecards when the fight was called off. Frankly, he fought a near-perfect fight, bruh. From there, the fucking wheels fell off, people.

Listen, ever since that win, Ruiz was out here wilin’, son. Hell, by his own admission, he didn’t train, he partied too much and he didn’t take Joshua seriously. Fam, is this guy fucking serious? *Sigh* He pulled off the legendary upset and then disregarded ALL forms of discipline. The way I see it, an individual like that doesn’t have the right to be champion.

In the end, I don’t want to hear any excuses, man. Ultimately, Ruiz has no one to blame but himself for his piss-poor title reign. By and by, he’s a super talented fighter, bruh. However, talent without any semblance of work ethic is meaningless, fam. For God‘s sake, an already fat dude came in 15 pounds heavier than the previous fight, folks. At the end of the day, if this is how he’s going to behave, then I’m glad that Joshua got his belts back. Now, maybe we’ll finally see those matches with Wilder and Fury. Maybe, brethren. That is all. LC out.

P.S. No one wants to see a third fight, Ruiz. That ship has officially sailed, son. Good day.

My Random Thoughts After Watching ‘Queen & Slim’

Disclaimer: Spoilers, brethren. Y’all know how this goes.

So, as I promised at the end of my The Irishman post, I finally went to go see Queen & Slim. Real talk, while my wife and I were waiting for our son’s chess tournament to conclude, we dipped away to see the movie. Now, to be transparent, this post is going to be more random (and much longer) than usual, son. Frankly, I have so many sporadic thoughts that I couldn’t put it in a decent narrative, man. All in all, I loved the film and here are some of my takeaways:

  1. Angela “Queen” Johnson annoys the shit out of me at first. On the real, during the first date with Ernest “Slim” Hines, I think she’s unnecessarily rude. Shit, the way my patience is setup, if I were Slim, I would’ve ended that date early, fam. But, as the movie goes on, I realize that her behavior is based on her trauma. She’s guarded but learns that she doesn’t have to be combative and simultaneously isolated all the time.
  2. There are several quotes in the film that resonate with me for different reasons. During a scene after the shooting, while trying to hitchhike, Slim says that he hopes the inhabitants are Black. Queen highlights the fact that this isn’t always a good thing. This ends up being some crazy foreshadowing since a Black man is ultimately the one who sells them out for the $500,000 reward. The phrase “it be your own people” is real as fuck, bruh. Next, when they’re at Uncle Earl‘s house, Queen asks Slim is he’s okay and he says that he is. She asks him how that’s even possible and he says “I guess I’m so used to saying I’m okay even when I’m not.” Son, I feel like that’s the story of my life. Sadly, a lot of us operate like that waaay more than we should, man. It’s okay to not be okay, brethren. Lastly, there’s a scene where Slim asks Queen if she’s a good lawyer. She says that she’s an excellent lawyer and he responds “why do we always have to be excellent? Why can’t we just be ourselves?” Now, I ALWAYS strive for excellence, but I understand where that quote is coming from. Growing up, I was always told that Black people have to work twice as hard as White people to get half as much. So, we end up (unjustly) putting LARGE amounts of pressure on ourselves and our loved ones. We just need to be us and do the best that we can.
  3. I was thoroughly triggered by that initial police stop. Listen, in my 34 years of life, I’ve had NUMEROUS interactions with the cops. The truth is, the vast majority of them weren’t positive, bruh. Hell, just two years ago, I wrote about a tense exchange that I had with four officers who were determined to belittle me. In addition, I lived through Rudy Giuliani and the Michael Bloomberg stop-and-frisk era. Son, I’m a Black man with a college degree and a federal job and I STILL don’t trust the police, man. In my eyes, I’ve seen WAY too much unnecessary aggression to ever release that fear.
  4. I’ve seen some criticism about the film not being “realistic.” However, I think people are missing the point that it’s still a movie and a form of artistic expression. With that being said, I can agree that a Black cop probably wouldn’t just let Queen and Slim drive out of that garage. I can agree that the Black community might not necessarily look at the two of them as pure heroes. But, I do believe that the community would understand their plight. All I can say is, there’s a feeling of hopelessness when it comes to police violence. I mean, there’s NEVER any recourse for us. Our murderers are almost never held accountable for their crimes. In the film, Queen and Slim rightfully defend themselves and I believe that minorities would empathize with their actions/pain.
  5. I’ve also seen criticism about the ending of the film. On one hand, a few people are upset with the way that Queen and Slim die. But, how else did they expect this movie to end? If we’re talking about realistic, there’s NO way that the two of them wouldn’t end up dead or in jail. Regardless of circumstance, a cop killer would be hunted to the ends of the Earth, fam. To me, death was definitely the most likely outcome, bruh. Also, I’ve seen people lament that the film doesn’t give any “answers.” Son, what fucking answers were they expecting? Since when was art designed to answer social issues? Now, I’m not comparing this movie to Do the Right Thing, but there are no answers at the end of Spike Lee‘s film, man. If anything, all of these works are designed to make us feel and think, brethren. No more and no less. From there, it’s up to us to come up with definitive plans of action.
  6. The death of Junior fucked me up, son. Keeping it a buck, this is another scene that I heard complaints about. Like, even my wife was uneasy about this scene juxtaposed with Queen and Slim having sex. Now, I get it, man. I definitely do. It’s a hard 10 minutes to digest, fam. But, I internalized it all in a different way, bruh. The way I see it, Junior’s just a young man who doesn’t know how to process his feelings. He’s enamored by the story of Queen and Slim, but he doesn’t fully understand what it all means and the ramifications. He doesn’t yet understand the nuance of the minority experience in America, but he’s hell-bent on action. This leads to extremely irrational decision-making. The truth is, Queen and Slim don’t want to be heroes. They don’t want to be martyrs. More so than anything, the people around them are elevating their meaning and importance. While Junior is in love with the idea of “immortality,” Slim just wants to be remembered by his family and his lady. From my vantage point, Junior’s death highlights the fact that we need to explain to the youth what’s really going on out here, instead of just leaving them to filter the information on their own.

In the end, I know that I just said a lot, son. Ultimately, there was no easy way for me to write this post, man. By and by, I judge a movie’s quality by how much it stays with me. Truth is, my wife and I have been talking about this film all weekend, fam. So, shout-out to Melina Matsoukas (my Co-op City sister) and Lena Waithe for putting this together, bruh. Side bar, I still don’t like the way that Waithe handled the Jason Mitchell situation, but I give credit where credit is due, folks. Anyway, this movie gave me strong emotional reactions and I thank them for it. At the end of the day, everyone’s entitled to their opinion. All I can say is, I personally loved the movie, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Damn, Juice WRLD

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m well-versed in Juice WRLD‘s discography. I mean, I fuck with “Lucid Dreams” and I fuck with “Empty,” but I’m not going to perpetrate like his music resonated with me like it did with younger cats. But, that’s neither here nor there, man. The fact is, it’s fucking sad that a 21-year-old died, fam. All in all, he was way too young and had too much to live for, bruh.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Juice WRLD passed away on Sunday. Now, according to reports, he suffered a seizure after landing at Chicago‘s Midway International Airport. As of right now, a cause of death hasn’t been determined. From what I’ve read, an autopsy will be performed today (Monday). All I can say is, I hate to make assumptions, but it’s hard for me not to speculate that drugs may have played a part in this.

Look, since Juice stepped on the scene, he talked about his past drug (ab)use. Shit, he openly confessed to sipping lean and popping various pills like Percocet and Xanax. On top of that, his lyrics were always littered with references to his pain and discontent. Real talk, I remember listening to his second album, Death Race for Love, and being uncomfortable with his tales of unhappiness. Listen, as a 34-year-old dude, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so down in his songs. Then, I had to remember where I was at 21, dealing with depression, and I couldn’t help but empathize, son.

Now, to be clear, I have no proof that drugs had anything to do with Juice’s death, man. Hell, he could’ve passed from some undiagnosed health issue. But, given the context of his music, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility, fam. Regardless, Juice was a young and talented dude who was just getting started, bruh. All I know is, 21 is waaaaaaay too fucking young to die, son. Frankly, he barely got to live at all, brethren.

In the end, I just want to send my condolences to his friends and loved ones. Ultimately, a situation like this will never be an easy pill to swallow. By and by, I may be getting soft as I get older, but anyone dying this young is just sad as fuck, son. At the end of the day, I hope we all realize that life isn’t guaranteed for any of us. So, I pray that we all live in the most meaningful way possible. Rest In Peace, Juice WRLD. That is all. LC out.

George Zimmerman Is One Of The Worst People In Human History

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m having a hard time controlling my anger right now. Like, the sheer audacity of some people is fucking unnerving, man. All I can say is, I have NO idea how George Zimmerman is still safely walking the streets of America. In addition, his new lawsuit is one of the most unconscionable things I’ve ever seen in my entire life, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Zimmerman, the demon who shot and killed Trayvon Martin, just filed a $100 million lawsuit against Martin’s parents (Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin), their lawyer (Benjamin Crump), Rachel Jeantel (the teenager who Trayvon was on the phone with before the murder), Brittany Diamond Eugene (another teenager who Zimmerman’s lawyer claims was being impersonated by Jeantel), HarperCollins (a publisher that released a book by Crump about violence towards Black people), and all types of prosecutors/law enforcement officers in Florida. All in all, I’m truly baffled beyond words, bruh.

Real talk, I honestly can’t articulate how disgusted I am right now. Shit, as a quick refresher, let’s go through what this monster did in 2012. First, Zimmerman profiled an innocent Black kid in his father’s neighborhood. Then, against the advice of 911, he followed Martin and initiated a confrontation. From there, after Martin justifiably tried to defend himself from a stranger, Zimmerman pulled out a gun and ended the teen’s life. Finally, thanks to the stupid ass Stand-Your-Ground law, Zimmerman was unfairly acquitted of cold-blooded murder.

To make matters worse, Zimmerman has run afoul of the law MULTIPLE times after killing Martin. Hell, he assaulted more than one girlfriend (with guns present), and stalked a private investigator. The fact is, he’s a cotdamn danger to society who’s NEVER had to answer for any of his fuckery, son. So, with all of that being said, this fucking animal has the GALL to file a fucking lawsuit?! Fam, I’m absolutely flabbergasted right now. Keeping it a buck, Larry Klayman, Zimmerman’s lawyer, should be fucking ashamed of himself. How on Earth can he justify representing such a piece of pure gutter trash, bruh? *Sigh*

In the end, I might riot if this case doesn’t get thrown out, son. Ultimately, I pray and pray that a judge sees right through this bullshit, man. By and by, I don’t generally wish ill on people, fam. But, I really want bad things to happen to that guy, bruh. Frankly, people like Zimmerman provide a counterargument to karma, brethren. Listen, if karma was real, this clown-cake would’ve been taken care of a long time ago, people. Then again, maybe we still have time. Sorry not sorry. I said what I said. LC out.

Some Of My Favorite Jay-Z Joints

Look, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t transparent, man. With that being said, I ain’t forget about any of the fishy shit going on with Jay-Z, the NFL and Colin Kaepernick. Keeping it a buck, I don’t like NONE of the optics of that whole situation, fam. However, I’ll save that for another day and another post, bruh. Anyway, regardless of that particular situation, Hov is still my favorite rapper ever, brethren. So, in honor of his 50th birthday, I figured I’d share of my favorite Jigga jams.

Now, if I’m being honest, going through Jay’s discography is daunting, son. Meaning, there are TONS of songs that I could’ve picked, man. Shit, after this post, I’ll probably rethink every song choice that I just made, fam. In any case, below are a few of the Hov songs that still get the most rotation from me, bruh. I don’t know what else to say, folks. Enjoy!

I Don’t Care If ‘The Irishman’ Is True

Disclaimer: Spoilers galore, son. Act accordingly.

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, The Irishman is way too long of a movie for me to really review. I mean, I could literally spend all day detailing every single scene, man. Instead, I’m just here to give people their props, fam. All I can say is, Martin Scorsese, Robert De Niro, Al Pacino and Joe Pesci killed this fucking movie, bruh.

Ok, for those who don’t pay attention to anything, Scorsese just released his latest masterpiece. Now, the film, distributed by Netflix, had a limited release in theaters. Side note, movie studios were fucking pissed about this, but we’ll save that for another time. In any case, the movie details the life of Frank Sheeran (The Irishman) and his long-standing friendship with Jimmy Hoffa. This is notable because, in real life on his death bed, Sheeran confessed to murdering Hoffa.

Now, to be fair, my synopsis is a gross oversimplification of the plot, son. Frankly, to get all of the nuances of the film, folks just need to watch it for themselves, man. The fact is, all of the actors do the damn thing, but in different ways. Shit, Pacino is great playing the over-the-top Hoffa. Pesci is great playing the understated Russell Bufalino. De Niro is great playing the conflicted Sheeran. Hell, even Sebastian Maniscalco is great playing the overzealous Joe Gallo. All in all, every single actor holds it down, fam.

Keeping it a buck, my only gripe with the film is Anna Paquin‘s character, Peggy Sheeran. Honestly, she has a holier-than-thou attitude that irks the fuck out of me, bruh. Like, it makes no sense that Peggy loves Hoffa but hates her dad, Frank. For God‘s sake, they’re part of the same fucking business, son. Ok, yes, Frank is a murderer. But, that’s the exact reason that him and Hoffa get into business in the first place, man. The truth is, Hoffa and Sheeran are part of the same mob circle, fam. So, how can Peggy judge Frank for it and not Hoffa? Granted, Frank is deadass wrong for killing Hoffa, but Peggy hated Frank long before that. All I know is, her logic doesn’t make any fucking sense, people.

In the end, I’m advising everyone to go see the movie, son. Ultimately, Scorsese is still a top-notch filmmaker, man. On top of that, the trifecta of Pacino, De Niro and Pesci is as strong as ever, fam. By and by, it is super accurate that the film is long as hell. But, I never felt like it dragged, bruh. In addition, I don’t give a fuck if the story is factual or not. The way I see it, it’s a highly-enjoyable cinematic experience. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Don’t worry, Black people. I’ll review Queen & Slim as soon as I can get some freedom to go see it. The minutes seem to be scarce right now, son. Good day.

Thanks For Supporting My Music, Pt. 2

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, a lot has transpired since I first thanked everyone for supporting my music, man. Shit, at this point last year, I was getting ready to release my The Charlemagne Renaissance album on streaming services. As of today, I now have two projects out here on these streets: the aforementioned The Charlemagne Renaissance and The Charlemagne Overture. All in all, none of this would be possible if the good people out there didn’t help a brother out, fam.

In any case, I don’t have much else to say, bruh. All I know is, I have a lot more shit on the horizon, son. First, I’m about to start getting into my music video bag. I mean, out of the 20 records I dropped this year, a few of them need that visual treatment, man. Second, I’m also planning on getting my website and mailing list up and running. Lastly, the shows will continue to pop off, fam. So, be on the lookout for all of the shit that I’m doing in 2020, brethren.

In the end, since Thanksgiving just passed, I felt like it was only right to show my gratitude, son. Ultimately, there are millions of people out here doing music. By and by, folks aren’t obligated to support me, man. With that being said, keep streaming the projects, keep coming to the shows and keep dropping the lines of encouragement. As an independent artist, it goes a long way, fam. It really does. That is all. LC out.