Megan Thee Stallion Isn’t A Snitch

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, a lot of folks are the internet are goofy, man. I mean, do cats even know what an actual snitch is? Like, the real street definition of the word “snitch”? If they did, then they’d know that this doesn’t apply to Megan Thee Stallion. The way I see it, all of this fake hood shit on social media is the absolute corniest, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, the dingbats on social media are it again. Now, just a few days ago, Megan got on Instagram Live and publicly stated what we already knew: Tory Lanez shot her. Moving on, even though it’s obvious that she left out certain details about their argument, Megan still painted a pretty clear picture. So, according to her, she decided to finally speak her peace because of underhanded attacks that she felt were coming from Lanez’ camp. With that being said, she wanted to clarify a few things. Namely, that she never hit Lanez, the debacle wasn’t over Kylie Jenner and he apparently shot her from the back seat after she got out of their car.

Now, based on all of this new information, it remains to be seen what will happen legally. However, the response on the internet has been baffling, bruh. Like, there are really a number of people out there who are calling Megan a snitch. For real? A snitch? Are people fucking serious, son?! Listen, if Megan was committing crimes with Lanez and threw him under the bus for a reduced sentence, THEN she’d be snitching, man. Shit, that’s EXACTLY what 6ix9ine did and also why I don’t understand people’s sympathy for him. That clown was using his money to fund nefarious activities, he was putting hits out on other artists and THEN he told on everybody. Nah, these situations aren’t even remotely the same, fam. All I know is, Megan is a civilian and a domestic violence victim. She had/has every fucking right to tell on Lanez, brethren.

Even crazier, based on Megan’s account, she didn’t immediately tell the cops about what happened to her because she was scared for her life. She was scared for her life AND the livelihood of everyone else in the vehicle. Hell, from her perspective, telling the police that there was a gun in the car was an easy way to get murdered by the authorities. Now, think about that, son. This woman was already a gunshot victim and STILL didn’t trust the cops. THAT’S how much Black people don’t believe that they’ll do the right thing, man. All in all, this whole situation is a bucket of fuckery, fam.

In the end, I’m tired of the peanut gallery on the internet, bruh. Ultimately, people be so fucking strong and wrong, son. By and by, Megan Thee Stallion had/has NO obligation to hold Tory Lanez down. Frankly, his ass should’ve been in jail sooner, man. At the end of the day, there is NO excuse for what he did. Plain and simple. That is all. LC out.

A Lesson From ‘Kier & Them’ About Therapy

So, I’m going to try and keep this post short today, son. Ok, yes, I say that almost every time that I write and I never follow through, man. In any case, I wanted to briefly speak about an Instagram video that resonated with me. Both my wife and my broski BK sent me a video from Kier & Them that touched on therapy. More specifically, the video highlighted the fact that people, especially emotionally-distant men, will never truly be happy until they work through their past trauma.

Ok, anyone who’s ever read this blog knows that I’m a BIG advocate for therapy. I mean, as someone who’s dealt with various bouts of depression, I owe my life to getting help, fam. Shit, as I’ve mentioned on this site before, between the ages of 19 and 28, I was a fucking madman, bruh. I always felt isolated, I put an immense amount of pressure on myself and instead of talking my issues out, I drank. A lot. Like, a whole lot, brethren. Frankly, I wasn’t necessarily suicidal, but I also didn’t care if I lived or not. All I know this, that was a terrible feeling to have when I was supposed to be raising a child.

Now, it’s no secret that my wife was the main person who inspired me to get help. Yeah, my homie Mitch tried to get me to go to therapy in college, but I wasn’t ready then. It wasn’t until I was faced with the possibility of losing my family that I finally woke up. All in all, I wanted to be better for her. I wanted to be better for our son. More importantly, I wanted to be better for me. I was tired of feeling like a prisoner in my own head. I was tired of keeping my loved ones at arm’s length because I was waiting for shit to go wrong. I wanted to give my son the love that I never felt as a child. Yes, my mother absolutely loved me, but she wasn’t the best at showing it. This was because it was never really shown to her either. All I can say is, the cycle is fucking vicious, bruh.

Moving on, the Kier & Them video did a great job of explaining the importance of getting help. Hell, social media LOVES talking about “couple goals,” but never talks about the difficulties in maintaining a strong union. The truth is, my wife and I have been through some shit, son. Now, I’m not saying that relationships have to be painful, but I can attest that they aren’t a cakewalk either. The fact of the matter is, both parties involved need to check their own trauma before they bring it to their companion’s front door. The way I see it, a functional relationship recognizes dysfunction and works through it. Plain and simple.

In the end, shout-out to Kier & Them for that dope video. Ultimately, I hope people learn a valuable lesson here. By and by, let go of the stigma of therapy and let go of any baggage that is holding us back. At the end of the day, that’s the real pursuit of happiness. That is all. LC out.

Ain’t Sh*t Funny About Megan Thee Stallion Getting Shot

So, let me get straight to the point, son. The fact of the matter is, ain’t shit funny about a man shooting a woman, bruh. Like, who raised some of y’all muhfuckas, man? I swear, folks are so pressed about being “funny” on the internet, they’ll make memes and/or silly jokes about ANYTHING. All in all, let me break it down like this: if Tory Lanez really shot Megan Thee Stallion, then he’s the epitome of a bitch-made dude.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, some wild shit happened in Los Angeles about two weeks ago. Now, after leaving a party that included Kylie Jenner, something happened in the SUV that was transporting Megan, Lanez and Megan’s friend, Kelsey Nicole. Originally, there was a rumor that Megan’s foot was injured due to broken glass, but she quickly debunked that story. In fact, she was the one who confirmed that she intentionally shot. That, coupled with Lanez’ arrest, made it pretty obvious that he’s the main suspect here.

Now, ever since this assault happened, the internet has been doing what the internet does: acting fucking goofy. One part of the internet (i.e. Adam22) has been alleging that Megan was either verbally or physically abusive to Lanez and this is why he shot her. Apparently, Lanez was getting too comfortable with Jenner and Megan didn’t like that. Look, before I continue, let me make this perfectly clear: unless Lanez’ life was in IMMEDIATE danger, there is NO justification for him shooting her. All I know is, when I say IMMEDIATE danger, unless she’s got a gun, a sword, a knife or the fucking Infinity Gauntlet, I don’t want to see ANYONE caping for Lanez, fam. Yes, people need to keep their hands to themselves, but hypothetically, even if she did hit him, bullets are still un-fucking-acceptable, bruh.

Anyway, ever since this debacle, another part of the internet has been making classless jokes. I mean, whether we’re talking about 50 Cent, Cam’ron or Draya Michele, some folks seem to think that violence against women is hilarious. Shit, I don’t even know how to articulate this further: MEGAN THEE STALLION GOT SHOT! Shot, son! Like, Lanez allegedly took a loaded fucking gun and violated her. For the life of me, I can’t understand how anyone can find that even remotely funny. Also, miss me with that “I have a mother, I have a sister, I have a daughter” type of talk. We shouldn’t need all of that to know that it’s fucking wrong to hit or shoot women.

In the end, I don’t even know what else to say, man. Ultimately, I find people’s lack of morals disturbing, fam. By and by, I’m slowly becoming more detached from social media because I think a lot of these cats are fucking bozos, bruh. At the end of the day, it seems like trolling is WAY more important than integrity. All I can say is, I don’t want any parts of that, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Mike Tyson & Roy Jones Jr. Need To Relax

So, here we are, son. After 15 years and a barrage of impressive training videos, Mike Tyson is returning to boxing. Not only that, he’s about to get it cracking against Roy Jones Jr. Now, before anyone gives me the side-eye, yes, this story is real, and no, this isn’t 1995. All I can say is, as much as I fucks with the both of them, they need to sit their asses down, man. On the real, they need to just enjoy being legends and leave the fighting to the young cats.

Ok, for those who missed it, an exhibition match between Tyson and Jones is about to go down. Now, according to reports, the two men will go at it for eight rounds on September 12th in Carson, California. In addition, on the undercard, former NBA player Nate Robinson is set to fight YouTube dude Jake Paul. All in all, I don’t know what the fuck is going on out here, fam? I mean, on the same night, we have a 54-year-old battling a 51-year-old and a basketball player squabbling with a vlogger. *Sigh* 2020 is so fucking weird, bruh.

Look, I have all of the respect in the world for Tyson and Jones, son. Like, they’re literally my two favorite boxers, man. However, this fight just doesn’t need to happen, fam. Ok, yes, Tyson has been looking otherworldly in his Instagram training videos, but there’s a reason he stepped away from the sport, bruh. Shit, I think it’s safe to say that they’re both past their primes, people. So, I don’t want to see either of them get hurt, brethren. In my eyes, none of this shit is remotely worth it.

In the end, I’m all for Tyson/Jones staying in shape and getting the blood pumping. But, boxing is an unforgiving sport, son. Ultimately, the phrase “you don’t play boxing” is accurate as fuck, man. By and by, I would’ve been HYPED for this shit in the mid-90s. However, the time has passed and the greats just need to let their legacies speak for themselves. That is all. LC out.

There Are Laws Against What Lil Boosie Did

*Sigh* I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’ve tried to avoid Lil Boosie, better known as Boosie Badazz, for a while now. I mean, I could’ve written about his comments regarding Dwyane and Zaya Wade, but I didn’t want to be bothered with his shenanigans. In addition, he already got appropriately roasted. However, enough is enough, man. Like, it’s one thing to (stupidly) question someone else’s parenting. It’s a completely different thing to freely admit to a crime on social media. All in all, Boosie just needs to make music and stop doing anything else.

Ok, for those who missed it, Boosie just copped to some seriously questionable behavior on Instagram. Now, while on Live, he talked about commissioning a grown ass woman to give oral sex to his son and nephews. The problem is, he readily admitted that the boys were around 12 or 13 years old when all of this went down. According to him, he’s “training these boys right.” Furthermore, he apparently knew which woman to ask because he’s been “serviced” by her before. So, the fact of the matter is, Boosie openly talked about facilitating statutory rape on a social platform.

Look, as a man raising two sons, I definitely want to be a resource as they discover sex. I absolutely plan on being there if they ever need any type of advice or guidance. But, there’s a HUGE difference between being a resource and forcing kids to adhere to our own vision of sexuality. Fam, who the fuck said that these boys were even ready for this type of experience? Shit, my oldest son is damn near 10 years old. As of right now, all he cares about is Zelda and Pokémon. So, who am I to impose my will on him? The truth is, adults can influence kids waaaay before they’re even mentally prepared for what we’re exposing them to.

Now, before I conclude, let me say that I’m taken aback by the amount of people who don’t see a problem with Boosie’s actions. All I want to know is, who the fuck raised y’all? Are folks really concerned with the sexual activity of children? Do people even hear themselves? Statistically speaking, puberty can occur in boys between the ages of 12 and 16. Puberty can occur in girls between the ages of 10 and 14. So, grown ass muhfuckas are cool with forcing kids to engage in sex before they’re physically and mentally ready? *Sigh* All of these bastards need to see some prison bars, bruh. People fucking disgust me, son.

In the end, I really need Boosie to go away, man. Ultimately, every time he opens his mouth, some brand new fuckity-fuck shit comes out. By and by, social media just keeps on exposing people for the weirdos that they really are. At the end of the day, it makes me want to quarantine from the internet, too. That is all. LC out.

Dudes Need To Chill, If I D’ussé So Myself

*Sigh* Another day, another dude accused of some tomfoolery against women. Like, at this point, I’m running out of things to say on these issues, son. I mean, I’ve literally never understood why it’s so hard for some men to comprehend consent. For God‘s sake, there are so many women who are down for the get-down. There’s NO need to force any action with anyone. With all of that being said, ChriStylezz from D’ussé Palooza is the latest guy to be held to the fire.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Christopher Samuels, better known as ChriStylezz, is in some shit. Now, as one of the (former) hosts for D’ussé Palooza, Samuels was popular on the party scene. Shit, as a native New Yorker, I’ve been down with Palooza since it was Henny Palooza. Real talk, I’ve watched the brand grow from house parties in the city to Jay-Z partnerships and events at the Barclays Center. Needless to say, I was disheartened to hear the stories that some women had to say about Samuels.

Now, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m an expert on this situation. However, multiple women have told similar stories about Samuels. Apparently, he’s notorious for pressuring women into having sex with him and he’s admittedly disrespectful during the process. Hell, homie even got on his own Instagram page to speak about “being an asshole.” Oddly enough, he also implored women to “bring [him] to justice” if he ever raped them. All in all, I don’t even think it’s a question of “if” he did something wrong. Clearly, even HE feels like his behavior was suspect.

To make matters worse, my homegirl showed me another post from a woman who’s making claims against Kameron McCullough, the founder of D’ussé Palooza. In addition, I’ve seen yet ANOTHER story about questionable actions by BlogXilla from Global Grind. Now, I can’t definitively say that these situations happened. So, I have to throw the word “allegedly” in there. But, nothing would surprise me because this type of behavior is frighteningly commonplace. All I can say is, I’m genuinely sad for the victims and perplexed that these incidents still occur.

In the end, I’m tired of having this conversation, man. Ultimately, I’m tired of women being taken advantage of. Fam, in one Twitter post, Samuels actually asked if it’s wrong to ask a woman for sex to give her a job. Even worse, half of the people who responded didn’t see an issue with this. *Sigh* All I know is, I’m running out of way to this say, bruh. Listen, men, consent is consent is consent. There’s no need to pressure a woman, there’s no need to threaten a woman and there’s no need to trick a woman. At the end of the day, just find someone who wants the same thing. It’s fucking simple, people. That is all. LC out.

That Babyface & Teddy Riley Battle Hurt My Heart

Son. SON! What type of tomfoolery was Teddy Riley on Saturday night? Real talk, I can’t even put into words how disappointed I am in him. Like, his Instagram battle with Babyface was supposed to be one for the ages, man. But, instead, it turned into a classic example of doing too fucking much. Now, I’m fully aware of the fact that they’re supposed to run it back. However, I’d be lying if I said that I was still excited, fam. All in all, Riley ruined all of the momentum, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Saturday night was supposed to be a party. Now, somehow, Swizz Beatz and Timbaland actually convinced Riley and Babyface to duke it out on social media. Anyway, after a couple of delays, mostly the fact that Babyface was recovering from the coronavirus, both parties were ready to rumble. Well, in actuality, only Babyface was ready for the smoke. Homie sat in his home studio with a mic and some headphones and watched Riley look like a fool for an hour and a half.

Son, for this battle, Riley had two mics, a keyboard, a DJ, a drummer, a hype man and 80 other motherfuckers in the room. On top of that, he had a livestream of the event going to teddyrileylive.com. All the while, nobody seemed to realize that EVERYTHING WAS ECHOING! Man, every word that he spoke and every record that he played echoed grotesquely. So, all of his classic songs were getting ruined by his own fucking setup.

The sad part is, even without the audio difficulties, Babyface was serving him, fam. I mean, let’s just look at what they played, bruh. Riley hit ’em with Doug E. Fresh‘s “The Show” and Babyface responded with a live version of The Deele‘s “Two Occasions.” Next, Riley played Guy‘s “Groove Me” and Babyface came back with Bobby Brown‘s “Don’t Be Cruel.” Now, I personally love “Groove Me” more, but I also understand that the general public will choose Bobby Brown over Guy. So, being objective, that’s two rounds for Babyface. Finally, Riley played Hi-Five‘s “I Like The Way (The Kissing Game)” and Babyface finished him with “Every Little Step.” With all of that being said, that’s basically three rounds to none for Babyface, son.

Now, keep in mind, during this entire exchange, Riley’s audio was echoing. Meaning, the audience couldn’t get into a groove with any of his shit, man. Anyway, after all of the shenanigans, both parties ended the Live and vowed to reschedule. As of right now, the battle is slated to happen again tonight. All I know is, Riley needs to just sit his ass somewhere with a pair of headphones and get to work. Leave all of the other bullshit at the door, fam. The way I see it, his catalog deserves MUCH better, bruh.

In the end, I’m just disappointed with how all of this went down, son. Coming into this, I felt like a lot of these youngins didn’t understand how classic Teddy Riley’s discography is. Ultimately, he didn’t do himself any favors with that shit-show, man. By and by, less is more, fam. Less is fucking more. In any case, we’ll see if he can get this shit right, bruh. Either way, Babyface was ready for the action, brethren. That is all. LC out.

How’s That Quarantine Going?

So, as of today’s post, I’ve officially been working from home for exactly two weeks. Now, to be fair, I’m not new to this occupational setup. I mean, back in my Citigroup days, I worked from the crib for almost two years, man. Side note, I’m only comfortable mentioning Citi because I haven’t worked there in almost a decade. In any case, since the coronavirus is out here hating and has most of America grounded, a lot of us are getting overly acquainted with the walls in our house. With all of that being said, how’s everyone holding up out there?

Now, I won’t lie, son. On the real, my blog has suffered a little during this time of uncertainty. Like, having “free time” would suggest that I’d be cranking out posts, but it hasn’t really gone like that, fam. Shit, between trying to get my day job done, dealing with my kids’ remote learning schedule, fending off hoarders in the supermarket and less events happening in society, I haven’t really felt like writing, bruh. On the other hand, I’ve been working on music like crazy, man. Hell, like I’ve said in an Instagram video, I’m either making my best project or absolute trash. We shall see, brethren.

In any case, I ain’t got shit else to say, son. Ultimately, I just want to know how everyone is doing out there. By and by, I hope that folks are taking this quarantine / social distancing advisory seriously. The way I see it, I’d much rather overreact and stay safe than tek shit fi joke and catch The ‘Rona. At the end of the day, I just hope everyone stays inside, finds a hobby, exercises a little and keep out of harm’s way. That is all. LC out.

Conversations With Randi B.: Coronavirus, The Government & D-Nice

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about the coronavirus, the government’s response to the pandemic and how D-Nice got Club Quarantine cracking on Instagram. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114

The Tomfoolery Of Brian McKnight’s ‘Back At One’

So, to be frank, this is probably another frivolous post. However, I want to let everyone in on the types of debates that go on in my house. Anyway, just last night, as seen in an Instagram video that I posted, my wife and I had a playful back-and-forth about Brian McKnight‘s “Back At One.” All I know is, if we really analyze the lyrics, McKnight was saying some nonsense, son.

Ok, before I continue, let me say that I’m a big Brian McKnight fan. Like, I kept listening to his albums even after he tried to show women how their pussy worked. In any case, despite his quality discography, I’ve always had an issue with “Back At One,” man. Mainly because it’s a song with steps that aren’t really steps, fam. I mean, there are damn near no actionable items in the chorus, bruh. With all of that being said, let’s go through it, brethren.

Now, step one in the hook is “you’re like a dream come true.” Son, that’s a statement. There’s nothing to actually do with that piece of information. Next, step two is “just wanna be with you.” Fam, I’m gonna need McKnight to look up the meaning of “verb,” because I’m not seeing it, man. After that, step three is “its plain to see that you’re the only one for me.” Brian… Brian! What is the goal here? What are we trying to accomplish? I’m not seeing a game plan, kinfolk.

To make matters worse, step four is to repeat the first three steps that aren’t actually steps. Meaning, by the time someone gets to this step, they actually haven’t done anything of substance, son. Look, if I’m trying to build a table and the first step is “I wanna see you in my living room,” that doesn’t actually help me build the table, man. The truth is, step five of McKnight’s song is the only actionable item: “make you fall in love with me.” The problem is, even that step is vague, fam. How is the suitor supposed to achieve this, Brian? Magic? Money? Genitals? Some combination of all three?

In the end, I’m not here to shit on Brian McKnight. Ultimately, like I’ve said before, I’m actually a big fan of his. By and by, I’m just pointing out the fact that there are gaps in logic in “Back At One.” At the end of the day, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s a legend. Shit, even the best musicians write some shenanigans sometimes, bruh. That is all. LC out.