Conversations With Randi B.: Tyler Perry

So, I know what some people may be thinking, son: two posts in one day? What’s really good, LC? Well, the truth is, this may be a thing going forward. Basically, anytime I sit-in on Randi B.‘s podcast, I’m going to write a quick post about it. As of right now, it’s looking she’s going to drop that new fuego on Friday‘s. With that being said, I might have to double up on my posts during those days. Either way, good content is good content, man.

Anyway, on the latest episode, Randi and I chop it up about all things Tyler Perry (in addition to other topics). So, what else needs to be said, fam? Enjoy, share and comment! That is all. LC out.

A Podcast That I Did With Randi B.

So, I’m going to try and keep this post short today, son. Now, I know that I say that a lot, but I mean it, man. Well, I guess. In any case, I just want to let everybody in on that new new, fam. With that being said, my brethren Randi B. has started a new podcast. In addition, she was gracious enough to let me get in on the first episode, bruh. All in all, what else do folks need to know?

Ok, as a quick background, Randi’s podcast, Conversations with Randi B., is available on Anchor and Spotify. Now, on this first episode, Randi and I recapped the 2010s. We talked about everything from Barack Obama/Donald Trump to social media to #MeToo to Black Lives Matter to Prince/Michael Jackson/Whitney Houston. Needless to say, we covered a lot of ground in 30 minutes, son.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, man. Ultimately, I want everyone to go out there and support the movement, fam. By and by, folks can find links to the podcast below. Give it a listen, give us some feedback and let’s get the proceedings proceeding, brethren. That is all. LC out.

What A Difference A Decade Makes

So, here we are, son. It’s 2020, baby! Thankfully, I’ve made it to another year and another decade, man. All I can say is, the last ten years have been a wild ass ride, fam. In any case, I’d like to consider this post a tale of two photos. On the real, the smile may be the same, but the LC from the beginning of the decade is DRASTICALLY different than the LC from the end of the decade. Shit, let’s get into it, brethren.

First, let’s speak about the LC on the left. Real talk, I was a fucking train wreck at the beginning of the decade. At the time, I was a brand new father, struggling with my career, dealing with previously-undiagnosed depression, self-medicating with Jack Daniel’s and stepping out on my then-girlfriend/now-wife. Keeping it a buck, it was my lady who held up a mirror to my shenanigans. Based on my issues, she had every right to leave me. In fact, she did for a period of time. But, I understood that I needed to become a better person. Not for her, but for me. The truth is, being the best me would ultimately lead to being the best companion and father.

Moving on, let’s talk about that dude on the right. Now, this LC doesn’t have to hide behind a fake smile. Currently, I’m a husband who’s fathering multiple little people, working the best job I’ve ever had, performing my music again, blogging and drinking socially (instead of trying to drown out the voices in my head). All I know is, this transition didn’t happen overnight. Instead, making small steps at the beginning of the decade paved the way for how my decade ended. All in all, life is fucking beautiful right now, son.

In the end, I didn’t write this post to just talk about me, man. Ultimately, I want my story to be a lesson to anyone who’s reading this. By and by, folks don’t have to wait for a new year or a new decade to make a change. At the end of the day, if there are improvements that anyone wants to make, then start now, fam. In addition, don’t be afraid of slow progress. The fact is, slow progress is still better than no progress, bruh. So, let’s all be better together, brethren. My wife always says “there’s no such thing as stuck” and I had to learn to believe her, son. Let’s start this decade off right, people. Yessir! I love you all! LC out.

P.S. I’m super proud of the fact that I look damn near the same after ten years, son. Shit, Black don’t crack, baby! Well, besides a few years in the middle when I was unnecessarily fat. But, we don’t talk about those times, fam. Good day.

Youth Doesn’t Excuse Ignorance: In Response To Camila Cabello

Disclaimer: Some slurs are about to be thrown around, but only to make a point, son. Just let me cook, man.

So, I won’t lie, fam. On the real, I’m tired of celebrities using youth to excuse ignorance, bruh. Like, anytime a famous person gets caught doing some stupid shit, they immediately use the “I was young” rationale. Nah, I’m not rolling with this, son. With that being said, Camila Cabello can miss me with her half-ass apology. All in all, folks should know better when they’re teenagers, man. Sorry not sorry.

Ok, for those who missed it, Cabello is in some shit right now. So, thanks to a user on Twitter, posts from Cabello’s old Tumblr page have resurfaced. Now, due to Cabello’s team (probably), I had to do some real searching to see her previous fuckery. I mean, they did a really good job of trying to scrub the evidence, fam. In any case, when Cabello was around 15 years old, her Tumblr page was FULL of memes making fun of Black people and other minorities. Shit, I saw multiple memes about fried chicken. I saw multiple memes using the word “nigga.” Hell, I even saw a meme about beating Rihanna‘s IQ score, where Chris Brown was at the bottom saying “already did.” The fact is, young ass Cabello (a whole Cuban/Mexican) was WAY too concerned with cracking wise about other people of color.

Now, as expected, Cabello released a statement denouncing her previous actions. In addition, she asserted that she was very young when she made these “mistakes” and now sees the error of her ways. All I can say is, I’m calling bullshit, bruh. Like, this is the same playbook that Sabrina Claudio and Justin Bieber tried to operate from. The way I see it, age doesn’t pardon bigotry, son. Real talk, when I was 15 years old, I knew it was bad to call Hispanic people “spics.” I knew it was bad to call Jewish people “kikes.” I knew it was bad to call gay people “faggots.” Look, I’m faaaar from perfect, but I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I didn’t know better, man. So, I’m not giving Cabello or any of these other celebs a pass for their retroactive racism, fam.

In the end, miss me with that nonsense apology, bruh. Ultimately, Cabello is only doing this because she got exposed. By and by, I’m not saying that she’s still at home these days calling Black people “nigga.” However, I’m tired of everyone using the age excuse. At the end of the day, we know right from wrong, son. So, just cop (for real) to the previous hate and THEN the apology might be sincere. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to fine-ass Normani, brethren, just because. Good day.

The Tomfoolery Of Karol Sanchez

*Sigh* I hate teenagers, son. Like, these are the times where I fully embrace being a dude in his mid-30s, man. The truth is, a lot of these teens are out of their cotdamn minds, fam. All in all, Karol Sanchez pulled some real fuckery this week. Frankly, it’s amazing how someone can go from victim to Clown Princess in 24 hours. In any case, it’s time to call Sanchez out for her nonsense, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, an Amber Alert went out on Monday for a missing teen girl. Now, based on a video taken in my Bronx borough, it appeared that Sanchez was abducted by four men in front of her mother. At the time, Sanchez’ mother tried to fight off the assailants, to no avail. From there, a citywide search began to find the missing 16-year-old.

Look, for the better part of Tuesday, my social media timelines were filled with posts about Sanchez’ disappearance. Justifiably, people were doing their best to put the word out about this apparent “kidnapping.” Anyway, when Sanchez reappeared on Tuesday evening, everyone was relieved, son. Shit, people were genuinely happy that she was returned to her mother unharmed.

Now, this is where the dumbassery begins, man. *Sigh* Based on new reports, Sanchez pulled a Jussie Smollett on us, fam. Meaning, she faked the entire incident, bruh. The word is, Sanchez’ mother wanted to move back to Honduras. From what I understand, Sanchez wasn’t with the shits and wanted to stay with her 23-year-old Crip boyfriend. So, using her stupid ass teenage logic, she employed the help of four men to “take her by force.” However, there was one crucial flaw in her plan, brethren: WHEN PEOPLE GO MISSING, OTHER PEOPLE TEND TO TRY TO FIND THEM!

Son, did she really think that she would be able to hide what she did? Did she really think that no one would discover her fraudulence? Real talk, she made all of us look like fools, man. Folks were truly concerned about her well-being and she was out here trying to finesse us, fam. On the real, I’m flabbergasted by her gall (word to T.I.). All I can say is, if I were her mother, I would DEFINITELY send her ass back to Honduras after this, bruh.

In the end, I want to reiterate the fact that I hate teenagers. Ultimately, my oldest son is about four years away from the shenanigans. By and by, I’m working out at the UFC Gym twice a week, just to make sure that I can hem his ass up if he ever tried some Karol Sanchez shit. At the end of the day, she did a disserve to REAL missing teens. She did a disserve to the large number of REAL missing women. Keeping it a buck, I don’t even know how to finish this post, son. All I know is, I would be filled with unbridled rage if I were Sanchez’ parent, man. That is all. LC out.

Don’t Let Musicians Raise You

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, as a musician myself, this entire post may be hypocritical as fuck, man. In addition, I can think of numerous examples that go against what I’m about to say. Regardless, Juice WRLD‘s death highlighted something that I’ve felt for a long time, fam. All in all, we need to stop letting musicians raise us, bruh. Meaning, we have to quit letting the words/actions of our favorite artists influence the way we live, brethren.

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear, son. Now, despite what the above picture may suggest, I do not exactly blame Future for Juice WRLD’s death. Yes, Future may have influenced Juice to try drugs that he had no business doing, but Juice was still his own man. The fact is, Juice was on the hook for his personal decisions, man. With all of that being said, artists still need to take some responsibility for the messages they’re putting out there, fam.

Keeping it a buck, I had a crisis of conscience while listening to Future’s DS2 yesterday. On one hand, I fucking LOVE that album, bruh. I mean, on more than one occasion, I’ve joked about being the Treasurer of the FutureHive, son. Seriously, just type “FutureHive” in the search bar, man. All jokes aside, like five posts will pop up, fam. Anyway, while I thoroughly enjoy homie’s music, the songs don’t influence me to do anything, bruh. Like, I have NO intention of trying any of the substances that Future croons about, folks. The problem is, impressionable kids like Juice WRLD did and still do, people.

Now, after my initial thought, I remembered a lot of the music that I grew up on. The truth is, I started smoking weed because of Rap songs. I wanted to “fuck bitches” because of Rap songs. Then, I wanted to “make love all night” instead because of R&B songs. Frankly, before I truly learned who I was, I based a lot of my personality on what my favorite musicians said/did, son. All I can say is, that’s a very dangerous way to live, man. For every J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar or Common, there are countless artists who are inspiring kids to do the wrong shit, fam. The way I see it, the visible adults in these kids’ lives need to do more to shape these malleable souls.

In the end, I’ve officially become my mother, bruh. Ultimately, I used to HATE it when she criticized the music that I loved. But, I absolutely get it now, son. By and by, it’s easy for me to say that the adults need to do more. It’s easy for me to say that the previous generation needs to advise the youth better. Shit, when I was a teenager, I wasn’t trying to listen to SHIT that my mother told me, man. However, her messages actually seeped in, fam. At the end of the day, I might not have understood it at the moment, but her wisdom didn’t go unnoticed, bruh. All I can say is, I hope these young cats have at least ONE person who can give them some knowledge. Otherwise, some of these artists may be leading them down a path of total destruction, brethren. That is all. LC out.

The Scariness Of Parenthood Over Time

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not sure if this post is going to have an overall point. If anything, I’m just here to share some random observations I’ve made about parenthood. All I know is, despite being a dad for nearly a decade, I still have no clue about what the fuck I’m doing, man. The truth is, as children continue to grow, there will never be any room for complacency, fam.

Ok, to be frank, I was inspired to write this post after hanging out with my oldest son last Friday. Now, since I have more than one child, solo time with each kid can be a little rare. Side note, I know people advise to carve out individual time when there are multiple children involved. All in all, I’m trying, bruh. I’m trying.

In any case, last week, my wife had something to do at her church and our youngest son was with her. So, it ended up being a night at the crib with my firstborn. Moving on, we camped out in the living room and watched copious amounts of X-Men: The Animated Series on Disney+. In addition, I tried to pick his brain on the day-to-day social shenanigans of his school life. I mean, he always tries to be coy, but he’s already made it clear that he’s started the boy/girl game with his classmates.

Anyway, during the course of our random conversations, it threw me for a loop that I was having a meaningful dialogue with my son. Like, I distinctly remember changing his diapers. I remember when he learned to walk and talk. I remember when he read his first book. Fast forward to now, he has legitimate feelings, real friendships with people and the whole world ahead of him. Truth be told, I’m fucking frightened by all of this, man.

Look, as exhausting as babies can be, parents can essentially control everything, son. Shit, they depend on us for their basic existence, fam. But, now I’m at the phase where that isn’t really the case anymore. Yes, my son is still a child but he’s also fully-immersed in the environment around him. Hell, my wife and I are now at the stage where we’re trying to decide if he’s ready for the “sex talk.” All I can say is, my little boy is growing up and I don’t even know how to feel, bruh.

In the end, I’ve probably said a lot and said nothing at the same time. Ultimately, I’m just a father trying to evolve as his son does the same. By and by, parenthood is unique because it’s never static, son. At the end of the day, the circumstances always change and we need to be ready to change with them. All in all, I just hope I don’t give my kids any terrible advice and fuck them all up. I mean, daddy can be a head case too, man. Shit, ask my mother. I’m positive that she had the same struggles in figuring out how to raise me, fam. I guess the cycle just continues, brethren. That is all. LC out.

P.S. For inquiring minds, my son was two in the pic on the left and a month away from nine in the pic on the right. Good day.

P.P.S. He won that trophy in his second-ever chess tournament. I was fucking HYPED, son! Ok, ok, I’m done. For real.