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.

Damn, Juice WRLD

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m well-versed in Juice WRLD‘s discography. I mean, I fuck with “Lucid Dreams” and I fuck with “Empty,” but I’m not going to perpetrate like his music resonated with me like it did with younger cats. But, that’s neither here nor there, man. The fact is, it’s fucking sad that a 21-year-old died, fam. All in all, he was way too young and had too much to live for, bruh.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Juice WRLD passed away on Sunday. Now, according to reports, he suffered a seizure after landing at Chicago‘s Midway International Airport. As of right now, a cause of death hasn’t been determined. From what I’ve read, an autopsy will be performed today (Monday). All I can say is, I hate to make assumptions, but it’s hard for me not to speculate that drugs may have played a part in this.

Look, since Juice stepped on the scene, he talked about his past drug (ab)use. Shit, he openly confessed to sipping lean and popping various pills like Percocet and Xanax. On top of that, his lyrics were always littered with references to his pain and discontent. Real talk, I remember listening to his second album, Death Race for Love, and being uncomfortable with his tales of unhappiness. Listen, as a 34-year-old dude, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so down in his songs. Then, I had to remember where I was at 21, dealing with depression, and I couldn’t help but empathize, son.

Now, to be clear, I have no proof that drugs had anything to do with Juice’s death, man. Hell, he could’ve passed from some undiagnosed health issue. But, given the context of his music, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility, fam. Regardless, Juice was a young and talented dude who was just getting started, bruh. All I know is, 21 is waaaaaaay too fucking young to die, son. Frankly, he barely got to live at all, brethren.

In the end, I just want to send my condolences to his friends and loved ones. Ultimately, a situation like this will never be an easy pill to swallow. By and by, I may be getting soft as I get older, but anyone dying this young is just sad as fuck, son. At the end of the day, I hope we all realize that life isn’t guaranteed for any of us. So, I pray that we all live in the most meaningful way possible. Rest In Peace, Juice WRLD. That is all. LC out.