What Just Happened In Times Square?!

To be real, I don’t even know what to say right now, man. Honestly, I can’t make heads or tails of this story, son. All I know is, Richard Rojas lost his fucking mind in Times Square yesterday. Apparently, under the influence of PCP, Rojas thought it was a good idea to run down pedestrians with his car. Ultimately, my thoughts are with all of his victims during their time of need and sorrow.

Now, keeping it a buck, I really want to know this man’s motive. So far, journalists have only discovered a little bit about the assailant. From what I’ve seen, Rojas is a Navy veteran from the Bronx, who’s been arrested multiple times for drunken driving. In addition, his family claims that he’s been different ever since he returned from the Navy. According to their recollections, after his tenure in the military, he began abusing alcohol and weed.

In any case, Rojas has a history of being violent. For example, during his time in the Navy, he attacked a cabdriver instead of paying him. Also, he’s made numerous threats towards law enforcement. With all of that being said, I have no idea why this fucking guy was allowed behind the wheel in the first place. I mean, he’s clearly unstable, man. Now, fast forward to yesterday, Rojas took his Honda Accord, hopped the curb and began to rampage. This resulted in the death of Alyssa Elsman and the injury of another two dozen people.

All in all, in my eyes, Rojas needs therapy AND prison. While I do believe there’s something wrong with this dude, I also believe he needs to pay for his actions. *Sigh* This is fucking ridiculous, man. Much love to all of the people who were unfairly affected by his carnage. In the end, it’s a damn shame that people had to suffer under such random circumstances. LC out.

I Shed Tears For Kalief Browder

Keeping it a buck, I rarely cry, son. Look, I’m not trying to sound macho when I say that, but it’s simply the truth. I didn’t cry when my sons were born and I didn’t cry when I got married. Tears just don’t seem to hit me very often, man. With all of that being said, I cried last night. I legit shed tears in the aftermath of watching Time: The Kalief Browder Story on Spike. At this point, I have so many thoughts that it’s actually hard for me to properly articulate myself. All I know is, when it comes to being Black in this country, any of us could be Kalief Browder.

Now, even though my life has been very different than Browder’s, there are several ways I feel connected to him. Despite being eight years younger than me, Browder and I are both Bronx kids. We both grew up under the tyranny of Rudy Giuliani, Ray Kelly and the stop-and-frisk era. We both knew what it was like to be harassed by police when we were just minding our own business. When I learned that a 14-year-old Browder caught a felony for joyriding in a bread truck, I immediately thought of all of the dumb shit I’ve done that I’ve never been busted for. It’s sad to say, but inner city life can be very homogeneous for the people in the community.

Moving on, the aforementioned felony is notable because it would ultimately lead to Browder’s downfall. After Roberto Bautista falsely accused a 16-year-old Browder of robbing him, the subsequent arrest ensured that Browder would have to go to jail. Even though he was innocent of the claim against him, he still ended up on Rikers Island. From there, Browder was consistently abused by his fellow inmates and the guards. During his three years in jail, he spent 800 of those days in solidarity confinement. Despite repeatedly asking for a trial, prosecutors only offered him plea deals that would make him serve 15 years in prison. Essentially, Browder was abused by every single facet of the criminal justice system.

To make matters worse, his mother couldn’t raise the $900 that would bail him out of jail. So, on top of being unfairly criminalized because he was Black, Browder also suffered because he was poor. The pain of his story is exacerbated by the fact that this type of injustice occurs often. To put it plainly, Browder wasn’t the first person to be destroyed by the law. Sadly, he won’t be the last one either.

On the real, even though I already knew Browder’s story, last night hit me hard. Honestly, all I could do was think about my two sons. Due to what I’ve accomplished thus far in life, the prospect of paying $900 for bail wouldn’t kill me. However; what about Browder’s mother, man? Why did she have to lose her son because of poverty? In addition, why are Black youth always treated like menaces? This is exactly why I’ll NEVER forgive Hillary Clinton for her “superpredators” comment. It’s that type of logic that makes it okay to bury our children in the prison industrial complex.

All in all, after writing this entire post, I still feel like I haven’t said anything. Ultimately, Browder killed himself because he couldn’t continue living through the pain. He couldn’t continue reliving all of the anguish and desperation. *Sigh* I don’t know what else to say here. LC out.

Remy Ma BODIED Nicki Minaj!

All jokes aside, I’m not even sure what to write here, son. Remy Ma just put her entire foot, ankle, shin and thigh in Nicki Minaj‘s ass, bro. While I believe these women have been throwing jabs at each other for a minute, Remy said “fuck the subliminals” and launched a nuke at Nicki. With that being said, Remy’s “ShEther” is fucking brutal, man. Nothing and no one was spared, son. So, me being me, of COURSE I have to dissect every nook and cranny of this conflict! Let’s do it!

Now, before I continue, I’d like to make a public service announcement. To all of the Nicki Minaj fans out there: money and success don’t mean shit right now. This is Rap music and it’s about lyrics. It’s about bars, son. Tour revenue and record sales don’t have shit to do with being a great rapper. If it did, MC Hammer would be the G.O.A.T. Hammer’s first three albums alone sold 15 million copies. Shit, Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em sold 10 million of those copies by itself. I mean, who wasn’t singing “U Can’t Touch This,” man? In any case, a rapper’s lyrical supremacy can’t be judged by how many records they sell. It’s wholly irrelevant. Therefore, if that’s the argument for Nicki, then she already lost this battle.

Moving on, the timeline of the conflict between Remy and Nicki is interesting. Since Remy got out of prison, everyone assumed her post-incarceration bars were going at Nicki. Side note, did y’all peep the “post-incarceration bars” pun? Man, I crack myself the fuck up, son. Anyway, whether it was a random freestyle or her verse on the remix to PHresher‘s “Wait A Minute,” everyone believed she was coming at Nicki’s neck. Well, I guess we can add Nicki to that faction. Despite Remy’s claims that she never uttered a word about her, Nicki still clapped back in her verse on Gucci Mane‘s “Make Love.”

While flowing on Gucci’s song, Nicki essentially reiterated all of the shit I said didn’t matter in the second paragraph. In her eyes, in order to be the “queen of Rap,” an artist needs to sell records and have plaques. Now, listen, I’m actually a longtime Nicki fan, but I thought this verse was trash even before Remy responded. I swear, record sales always end up being an artist’s downfall. They’re always their best when they’re hungry. Then, they get some success and forget what made them great in the first place. Shit, we’re seeing this right now with Drake, but I’ll save that for another post.

So, Remy clearly heard the shots Nicki threw her way and decided to UNLEASH! Listen, “ShEther” encompasses about every brand of disrespect imaginable. She accused Nicki of fucking Drake, Gucci, Lil Wayne, Trey Songz and Ebro Darden from Hot 97. She claimed that Nicki couldn’t fuck Meek Mill for three months because her ass implants popped. She ridiculed Nicki for supporting her brother, a 37-year-old grown ass man who’s accused of raping a 12-year-old girl. I mean, it goes on and on, son. Napalm blast after napalm blast, bro. Seven minutes of pure, unadulterated pain.

At this point, Nicki HAS to respond, man! There’s no way she can take the Jay Z approach and just let that shit slide. I mean, social media has been ON FIRE all weekend, son! Platinum plaques can’t save her when her name is being dragged for filth. This is Rap music, bro. The gloves are off and it’s time to roll around in the mud. All I can say is, as harsh as “ShEther” was, I wouldn’t be surprised if Nicki threw a miscarriage punchline at Remy. Yeah, the battle has already gotten that ugly, son. Ultimately, as long as it stays on wax, I just want these two women to rap.

In the end, battling is alive and well, man! Let’s get these bars off, son! Rap is a contact sport, bro. As Nas said, the best are supposed to clash at the top. Let’s get it! LC out.

P.S. While this post was written from a completely objective perspective, I’d be remiss if I didn’t put one in the air for the Bronx. Stand the fuck up, son! That is all.

P.P.S. I’ve heard a few people say that a diss track can’t be effective if everything isn’t 100% fact. If that were truly the case, no one would ever say “Ether” was better than “Takeover.” Jay accurately broke down Nas’ entire life, son. In the end, just enjoy the show, son. Ok, bye.

‘No F*cks Given’: The Legend Of Colin Powell

To be clear, I hate politics, son. I talk about it a lot, but I hate everything about politics. I hate the blind allegiances to partisan ideals and I hate the fact politicians don’t really represent the people’s interests. However; more so than anything else, I despise knowing that politicians never keep it real with the general public. Whether it’s overbearing political correctness or straight up lies, our elected officials seem to have no idea what honesty is. With all of that being said, I’d like to personally thank whoever hacked Colin Powell’s emails, man. This is mainly because, for once, we got a politician’s true opinion about the world around them.

Skipping the formalities, Powell’s emails were full of hot takes about Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Needless to say, he’s not onboard with either of these people becoming president. Taking it a step further, he actually listed several reasons why both individuals are essentially pieces of basura caliente. First, in regards to Trump, Powell stated that he was a “national disgrace” and an “international pariah.” In addition, he called the “birther movement” Trump started “racist” and claimed most folks actually hate him. All I know is, I can’t find one single lie in homie’s logic, bro. I’ll never understand why he chose to be a Republican, but as a fellow West Indian from the Bronx, I’m fully in tune with the “no fucks given” way of life.

Moving on, Powell actually saved all of his hottest takes for Hillary. To be real, he hit her with that Ether, son. He hit her with that shit to make her soul burn slow, man. Despite calling her a friend, he laid out a number of reasons why he wouldn’t vote for her either. In his eyes, Hillary is nothing more than a person who has a distinguished history of being greedy, letting ambition blind her and allowing hubris to ruin everything she touches. Furthermore, he brings up the idea that good ol’ Bill Clinton is still out here laying the wood to these broads in their house. Side bar, to all of my feminists out there, I know Bill’s transgressions shouldn’t be allowed to have an effect on her campaign, but let’s be real, most of politics is perception. In any case, Powell has all of the guns loaded and he’s firing shots in every direction, son. I can’t lie, this is simultaneously beautiful and hilarious to watch.

Ultimately, I don’t know how or if his words will have any effect on the election. While they probably won’t, I can’t help but feel satisfied seeing a politician’s unbridled honesty. Now, while these words were never meant for public eyes, at least we know that people in his position realize this entire election is fucked. Both candidates suck and everyone knows, man. Good luck to America, son. Good luck indeed.