I F*cks With This Beyoncé ‘The Lion King’ Album

So, before anybody says anything, I’m fully aware of the fact that I criticized the press rollout for the new The Lion King. Keeping it a buck, I stand by everything I’ve said, son. Shit, Disney did the absolute most to prop Beyoncé up as the star of the show, man. Anyway, I’m still going to give the movie a shot, fam. All I know is, my wrath will be in full effect if Jon Favreau and company ruined a classic, bruh. With all of that being said, I decided to give Beyoncé’s The Lion King: The Gift album a spin. After two listens, I really fucks with it, brethren.

Now, given the African influence of The Lion King, it was easy to surmise that Afrobeats would have a prominent role in the music. To that point, Beyoncé got a lot of dope Nigerian and Ghanaian artists to grace the songs. Whether we’re talking about Burna BoyTiwa SavageWizkid or Shatta Wale, a lot of credible African artists got their just due, son. Look, as a Carib kid who was raised on Calypso and Soca, I feel at home with Afrobeats, man. I mean, there’s a distinct commonality throughout all of the music of the diaspora, fam. So, I’m just happy to see all of this come to fruition, bruh.

Moving on, a bunch of other dope artists got a chance to flex on some of the records, son. Like, Jay-Z‘s on a track with Childish GambinoKendrick Lamar is dueting with Beyoncé, Saint Jhn is getting some much needed recognition and Tierra Whack is destroying everything in sight. All in all, I can’t really say there were any songs I straight up disliked, man. Frankly, this is a well put together soundtrack, fam. So, major props to Beyoncé, bruh.

In the end, I’ll do my best to separate the music from the movie, son. Ultimately, I just hope the film wasn’t diluted, man. By and by, I’m seeing the picture on Saturday, so I’ll judge for myself, fam. If push comes to shove, at least I have the album, bruh. *Sigh* Don’t let me down, Disney! Don’t let me down. That is all. LC out.

P.S. My favorite songs on the album right now are “Find Your Way Back,” “Don’t Jealous Me” and “Water.” So, get to jamming, folks! Good day.

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My Long Overdue Wedding

So, my voyage to marriage has been a random one, son. I mean, technically, I’ve been married for over a year, man. However; my wife and I just had our official wedding less than a week ago. All I know is, as unpredictable as my love life has been, everything has ultimately worked out for the best.

Ok, before I talk about the actual wedding, allow me to tell a quick story. Essentially, I’ve done this entire adult thing backwards, fam. Now, let’s see if folks can follow my fuzzy math, bruh. So, I have a 7-year-old son, a 4-year-old son, I’ve been married for over a year and I just had a wedding over the weekend. Confused yet? Ok, good. Anyway, I swear my entire journey to marriage has been some “Opposite Day” shit, son. Listen, I started with the kids and ended with the vows. But, regardless of how long it took, I’m just happy that my wife finally got the wedding that she deserved, man.

Now, when it comes to the ceremony itself, let’s just say it took A LOT of hard work, and money, fam. With that being said, I’d like to give our wedding planner, Fallon Carter, a HUGE shout-out, bruh! Hell, putting together a destination wedding is some wild shit, son. In addition, making sure all of our guests actually made it to Saint Kitts and Nevis is even wilder, man. All I know is, folks haven’t lived until they need to take a high-speed boat across the ocean in the dead of night (word to Tony). All in all, I can’t thank our friends and family enough for making this trip, people.

Anyway, when it came to the big day, I must say that everything went according to plan. Now, outside of the fact that I almost put our dance floor builder on the torture rack, the day was perfect, fam. First, my wife and I said our vows in between an assortment of palm trees. Next, we had our reception on the beach with tables, chairs, a dance floor and a tiki bar set up on the sand. Listen, the whole shit was swag personified, bruh. On top of that, we had 45 of our closest family members and friends help us celebrate. Look, I put up a good front, but the whole shit was emotional for me, son. Shit, I really couldn’t have asked for more, man.

In the end, I’m pissed as hell that I’m back in New York right now, fam. Ultimately, peacoats aren’t the wave when I was just sitting by the ocean drinking rum punch, bruh. Side note, my boy BK is banned from drinking anymore Killer Bee‘s, folks. Yeah, he knows why. In any case, although it took forever, my wife and I finally commemorated our union in the correct way. At the end of the day, everything happens in the right time, son. By and by, I love you, Triciah Charles. That is all. LC out.

Damn, Golden Krust

So, this may be a very New York City-centric post, son. As a matter of fact, this may be a very Bronx and Brooklyn-centric post, man. All I know is, as a West Indian dude who was raised in NYC, the news of Lowell Hawthorne‘s suicide is shocking, fam. Real talk, Golden Krust is a MAJOR part of my life, bruh. With that being said, if the theories behind the CEO‘s death are true, then this situation is highly tragic, folks.

Ok, before I continue, let me just paint a quick picture. So, in case people don’t know, I’m from the Bronx. On the real, I’m the product of Co-op City through and through, son. In any case, although I lived with my mother, my father also lived in the Bronx on Seymour Avenue. Now, this is notable because his house was a block away from Gun Hill Road, where one of the original Golden Krust locations exists. Needless to say, anytime I visited him, I completely OD’ed on beef patties and oxtail, man. Until this day, I can’t get enough of their food, fam.

Now, outside of my little worldview, Golden Krust has grown into a very successful business. Hawthorne took his family’s patty recipe and created an empire, bruh. As of now, the company has over 100 locations across various states. So, on face value, it seems like everything is going well, son. However; as we’re now learning, it appears that Hawthorne was dealing with a lot of pressure, man.

Apparently, Hawthorne was facing massive tax debt AND was being sued by Robert Wray, a former employee. Now, according to Wray’s suit, he was never paid overtime over an 11-year period. From what I understand, relatives are now stating that Hawthorne began behaving oddly after confessing his financial troubles to them. All in all, everything came to a head on Saturday when he was found dead in his Bronx factory from a gunshot wound to the head. Keeping it a buck, it’s a really fucked up way to go, fam.

Look, in situations like this, I try not to judge people, bruh. However; if Hawthorne’s suicide was over his financial issues, then death doesn’t really solve the problem, son. I mean, the IRS is still going to hit up his company for their money and Wray’s lawsuit will most likely continue. So, even though he’s out of the picture, the problems still remain, man. Furthermore, in addition to grieving his loss, now his loved ones are left holding the bag, fam.

In the end, this is just a sad circumstance, bruh. Ultimately, suicide is always an unfortunate situation, son. By and by, I feel for his family, his friends and the people who worked with him. Being real, I want to say Rest In Peace to Hawthorne, but I find it hard to think of peace when someone dies in such a manner, man. Anyway, I hope all of Golden Krust’s issues get resolved and I hope everyone involved is able to move on, fam. That is all. LC out.