So, I won’t lie, son. I don’t have much to say today, man. On the real, this shit is just trash, fam. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to John Singleton, bruh. Frankly, it’s a damn shame that we lost someone who’s done so much for the culture. All in all, his legacy is solidified and we need to keep his art at the forefront.
Ok, for those who missed it, things went downhill very quickly, son. First, on April 17, it was reported that Singleton had a stroke. Apparently, after returning from Costa Rica, he experienced weakness in his legs. Next, on April 25, news spread that Singleton slipped into a coma. Now, five days later, the iconic director has passed away.
Keeping it a buck, Singleton was way too young, man. I mean, 51 is not the time that people should be dying, fam. Especially not when they’re still contributing to the zeitgeist, bruh. Shit, he was the brain behind Snowfall, one of my current favorite television shows. That’s not to mention Boyz n the Hood, Poetic Justice, Higher Learning, Baby Boy and all of the other films that showed his genius. Side note, I really wish he actually directed All Eyez on Me. Listen, that movie was a shit show and Tupac Shakur deserved better, son. In any case, I’m just glad that we’re still able to enjoy the work he put in, man.
In the end, RIP to a great one. Ultimately, we all need to get our health checked, fam. By and by, the idea of dying at 51 is shocking, bruh. At the end of the day, health is wealth and we all need to make sure we’re doing our part. Now, excuse me while I watch reruns of Snowfall and yell at Franklin Saint for not handling his own wet work. That is all. LC out.