I Don’t Want To Watch ‘When They See Us’

So, I want to take this time to be honest, son. On the real, I haven’t watched Ava DuVernay‘s When They See Us yet. Frankly, my spirit can’t take it, man. Like, the Central Park Five case makes me mad, fam. I mean, REALLY mad, bruh. Shit, my wife damn near had to force me to watch Ken Burns‘ documentary, y’all. The fact is, so many things that minorities fear about the justice system are wrapped up in this case, people. All in all, New York City stole the youth of five innocent men.

Now, before I continue, let me say that I’m not going to explain the entire case here. Hell, that’s what DuVernay’s Netflix series is for, son. However, I just want to touch on some of the shenanigans that caused these young men to lose themselves. First, there are the “confessions.” Real talk, the police department put the fear of God in a group of teenagers, man. The truth is, the cops scared a bunch of Black kids into admitting to a crime they flatly didn’t commit.

From there, the prosecutor, Linda Fairstein, did her best to railroad these young men. Despite the fact their “confessions” didn’t add up, she fucked them. Despite the fact they had alibis, she fucked them. Despite the fact their DNA didn’t match the culprit, the District Attorney‘s office STILL burned them at the stake. To make matters worse, even after Matias Reyes, the real rapist, admitted to the crime, authorities CONTINUE to claim the Central Park Five were responsible. Look, Reyes’ DNA proved he was the offender, yet Fairstein and company REFUSE to acknowledge the truth. Side note, don’t get me started on Donald Trump and all of his racist “bring back the death penalty” bullshit. All I know is, this case makes my soul hurt, fam.

In the end, I do believe everyone should watch this series, bruh. Ultimately, I’ll most likely end up watching it too. By and by, I just need to mentally prepare myself, son. At the end of the day, these are the perils that people of color have to deal with in this country, man. *Sigh* It’s just incredibly draining to constantly go through the nonsense, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. New Yorkers have plenty of reasons to shit on Bill de Blasio, but at least he gave the Central Park Five their money, bruh. Keeping it a buck, Michael Bloomberg is permanently on my shit list for fighting that settlement, son. Good day.

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A Diehard Fan’s Thoughts On The Wu-Tang Documentary

So, anyone who knows me knows that I am a MASSIVE Wu-Tang Clan fan. I mean, I used to wear Clarks Wallabees because of Raekwon and Ghostface Killah. Hell, I’m wearing a damn Cuban Link chain as I write this, son. In any case, it goes without saying that I was HYPED to watch Wu-Tang Clan: Of Mics and Men, Showtime‘s new documentary. All in all, as much as I enjoyed the film, I also completely understand why the group fractured, man.

Ok, for those who haven’t watched it yet, I’m going to be throwing out mad spoilers, fam. Anyway, the fact of the matter is, business broke up the squad, bruh. Now, when I say “business,” it’s really the lack of business understanding, son. Like, over the years, various members thought RZA and his brother Divine were taking money from them. Look, maybe the were. However, to me, I thought the brothers were engaged in regular business practices, man.

For example, there’s a scene in the fourth episode where Ghostface is arguing with Divine about commission. In Ghost’s mind, if Divine brings him a $1 million deal, Ghost should get all of the money. Divine’s stance is that he would take $200,000 as a finder’s fee. Shit, I’m with Divine, fam. Look, if Divine is out there securing the bag, why would he not get a portion? Real talk, sport agents get commission and lawyers get pieces of settlements. The way I see it, it’s only right, bruh.

As another example, in the third episode of the doc, we see a rift between RZA and Ol’ Dirty Bastard. So, when ODB got out of prison, he didn’t understand why the other members were let out of their deal with Wu-Tang Productions, but RZA and Divine were reluctant to let ODB go. Now, in RZA’s mind, he thought he had the perfect plan to resurrect Dirty’s career. All I can say is, given the immaculate work that RZA did in the beginning, I wouldn’t bet against him, son. Instead, Dirty decided to go with Roc-A-Fella Records and they did absolutely nothing with him, man. With all of that being said, was the move worth it, fam?

Now, to be fair, the group members were deadass right about that Once Upon a Time in Shaolin album. Frankly, they got duped into making a project by Cilvaringz and RZA. To make matters worse, it wholly sucks that Martin Shkreli ended up with the record, bruh. The fact is, that chapter was a stain on the Wu name, son. All I know is, that album should’ve never happened, son.

Besides that, the fact remains that the group was at its apex when RZA made the beats and Divine ran the business. Hell, can anyone argue with Wu-Tang’s run from 1993 to 1997? Keeping it a buck, that period was the greatest shit in the world to me. Sadly, “homie business” got in the way of a conglomerate, man. On the real, a lack of business knowledge got in the way of a seemingly unstoppable force. Regardless, I’m just happy that they’re back together and cooking up, fam. Shit, I lost my mind while watching them perform at the A3C Festival last year. For me, a group like that should never break up, bruh.

In the end, I recommend this documentary to everyone. Truthfully, I thought the episodes could be disjointed at times, but there was so much behind the scenes footage that I let my gripes go, son. Ultimately, shout-out to Mass Appeal, man. By and by, any documentary that shows me the recording process of “C.R.E.A.M.” is good in my book, fam. At the end of the day, Wu-Tang is for the children, bruh. That is all. LC out.

RIP John Singleton

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.

Don’t Ruin ‘Avengers: Endgame’ For Me!

So, I played myself, son. Like, I waited too long to get Avengers: Endgame tickets, man. In any case, I have to wait until next week to get my IMAX 3D experience, fam. With that being said, I’d like to address all of my compatriots who are blessed to see the movie this weekend. From the bottom of my heart, DON’T RUIN THE FUCKING MOVIE FOR ME, BRUH!

On the real, I don’t have much to say, son. Frankly, I just know how social media works, man. Hell, most of the time, folks can’t WAIT to jump on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram to spoil shit. Keeping it a buck, just by writing this post, I bet a couple of dummies are going to try and fuck shit up for me. However, I’m imploring everyone to not be a dick, fam. Please allow me to cry from joy in my own time, bruh.

In the end, that’s all I’ve got, son. Ultimately, waiting a week to see this movie is making me siiiiiiick, man. By and by, I need Thanos in my life, fam. At the end of the day, I’m probably going to have to quit social media until next week, bruh. That’s probably the only way for me to be safe. Well, besides my friends who have my number. But, in that case, I can just assault them. Yeah, that sounds about right. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Be A Hypocrite About Kevin Hart

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, this post is going to piss some Black people off, man. But, the hypocrisy needs to stop, fam. Like, we can’t pick and choose what to be outraged over, bruh. The way I see it, a number of people are looking at this Kevin Hart situation the wrong way. All in all, everyone is allowed to grow and mature, brethren. However, everybody should also be held accountable for the shit that they say and do.

Ok, for those who missed it, Hart recently stepped down from hosting next year’s Academy Awards. Now, before I continue, let me say that I believe Hart should be allowed to host the Oscars. I mean, let’s be honest, son, he’s not the first celebrity to do something fuckerous. Shit, Woody Allen seems to be at the ceremony every fucking year, man. In any case, Hart felt the need to backdown after some of his old tweets popped up. Apparently, some years back, Hart let the jokes fly at the expense of gay people. Needless to say, folks weren’t happy about it, fam.

Now, here’s where my issue with Black people comes in. Look, let’s keep it a buck, bruh. If the internet found out that Amy Schumer was making a bunch of “nigger” jokes 10 years ago, no one would let her live, son. And rightfully so, man. On the real, in a situation like that, Black people wouldn’t accept her “I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’m a better person now” apology. Frankly, we wouldn’t believe her. So, if we wouldn’t be cool in that scenario, why should gay people be cool with Hart right now? To put it bluntly, we can’t excuse a dude for saying “fag” if we would roast someone else for saying “nigger.” A slur is a slur is a slur, fam.

With that being said, Nick Cannon‘s defense of Hart doesn’t hold a lot of water, bruh. Ok, yeah, he found evidence of White celebrities also using gay slurs. All I can say is, they should be held accountable too. In the future, if Schumer or Sarah Silverman are pegged to host an awards show, let’s bring these tweets back to life. In that hypothetical circumstance, they should have to step down as well. However, that doesn’t pardon Hart, son. Like, what do we want, man? Do we want to be right, or do we want to be able to get away with the same wrong shit as White people? In all seriousness, that’s the only question that Cannon seems to be asking, fam. Regardless of how folks feel, Hart was wrong for the shit that he said, bruh.

In the end, Black people have to stop being selective with our outrage, son. Ultimately, I think that Hart should still be allowed to host the Oscars. But, we need to stop downplaying what he said. By and by, gay slurs aren’t cool, man. At the end of the day, if we wouldn’t be okay with racial slurs, then we shouldn’t be okay with gay slurs, fam. All I know is, prejudice is prejudice, regardless of who it’s aimed at, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I need Kevin Hart to stop talking about other people’s “negative energy.” Real talk, anytime he gets caught doing some dumb shit, he always blames the “negative energy” of other individuals. Look, “negative energy” ain’t cause him to cheat on both of his wives. “Negative energy” ain’t cause him to freely use homophobic language. Nah, bruh, Hart just needs to own up to his shit, son. Hell, we all fuck up, man. Just eat that shit and move on, fam. Good day.

I Almost Disowned My Mother Over Stan Lee

So, allow me to keep it a buck for a second, son. Real talk, if anyone doesn’t understand how legendary Stan Lee was/is, then I really don’t want to know that person. Taking it a step further, if I have a friend/family member who doesn’t comprehend Lee’s GOAT‘ness, then I’m not sure that I can continue our relationship. I mean, Lee was The Gawd, man! Seriously, where the fuck would Marvel Comics or the overall zeitgeist be if Lee never existed, fam? Shit, I don’t even want to imagine such a world. All in all, Rest In Peace to one of the greatest dudes ever!

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let me explain the title of this post, bruh. So, once upon a time in elementary school, I was a HUGE comic book fan. Side note, I dare someone to test my knowledge on anything before like 2005. Honestly, I’ve got this, son. In any case, around like the third grade, I came across a special comic book: an original edition of Amazing Spider-Man #300. Now, for anyone who is unaware, this issue contains the first full-length appearance of Venom. Moving on, the comic first came out in 1988, but somehow in the early 1990s, I found an original copy. Needless to say, I was fucking HYPED, man!

Anyway, even though Lee didn’t write that particular issue, it’s no secret that Peter Parker was his brainchild. Hell, Parker along with every other Marvel character who has ever mattered, fam. All I can say is, getting ahold of Venom’s first foray meant EVERYTHING to me, bruh! On the real, I read that comic once and put it back in the plastic, son. Listen, I didn’t want to risk creasing it, man.

Now, fast forward to my freshman year of boarding school. I came home for my first vacation and noticed my room looked a little different. Most notably, my bookcase seemed to be missing all of my comic books. To add insult to injury, I definitely noticed that Spider-Man #300 was missing. From there, I asked my mom where my comics were and she uttered four words that changed our relationship: “I threw them out.” I immediately asked her why she would do such a thing and she said “you’re a teenager now, I figured you wouldn’t want them anymore.” All I know is, that might’ve been the only time I legitimately wanted to hit my own mother with the Stone Cold Stunner.

Look, I told that story to highlight one main point: Stan Lee invented a universe that I NEEDED to be a part of. Like, he created characters with nuance, fam. He created characters with ethos. For God‘s sake, he based Professor X and Magneto on Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X! What else do people need to know, bruh?! Yeah, these heroes had unreal abilities, but a lot of them had VERY real problems, son. Keeping it a buck, what awkward teenager couldn’t relate to Peter Parker? Being a superhero didn’t absolve him from the trash-ness of high school, man. The fact is, Lee built a world that all of us could identify with AND get lost in.

In the end, RIP to the greatest! Ultimately, his influence will forever be solidified. By and by, Marvel is stronger than ever and it’s directly because of his influence. At the end of the day, legends never die, fam. Long live Stan Lee! That is all. LC out.

P.S. Man, I still don’t know if I’ve forgiven my mom. Look, I just Google‘d the price of an original copy of that Spider-Man issue and got mad all over again. *Sigh* Her and I need to have another discussion, son. Good day.

My 500th Post

So, I won’t lie, son. I don’t really have anything weighing on my mind today, man. Well, that’s not true at all. I mean, I have a million things on my mind, but nothing that I feel the need to write about, fam. Instead, I just want to take this time to thank any and everybody who supports this raggedy ass blog, bruh. Shit, as of today, I’ve reached 500 posts, brethren. Real talk, that’s a lot of fucking writing, folks. All I can say is, I wouldn’t have kept this up if people didn’t hold me down. Hell, every time I’ve wanted to quit, someone would randomly give me a word that I needed to hear. With that being said, I just want to acknowledge the fact that I don’t take any of it for granted. In the end, I’m going to do my best to make sure my shit ain’t trash, people. Love y’all! That is all. LC out.