Congrats, Braxton Winston!

So, this post is going to be short today, son. Basically, I just want to take the time out to congratulate my dude Braxton Winston on winning a seat on the Charlotte City Council. All I know is, North Carolina made the right move on Tuesday, man. They just gave a motivated man the opportunity to make a real difference in the community. With that being said, salute to him and salute to the city for believing in him!

Ok, for those who missed it, I wrote about Braxton when he first began his campaign. Now, even though I couldn’t vote in North Carolina, I still wanted to do something/anything to help his cause. In any case, I’m SUPER hyped that he was able to make this happen! Even though the real work begins now, I’m positive he’ll be ready for it, fam. In the end, nothing else needs to be said here, bruh. Congrats, Braxton!

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Damn, Meek Mill

So, Meek Mill is in a world of shit right now, son. I mean, there’s no way else to cut it or slice it, man. On Monday, Meek appeared in court to face the music for violating his probation. Now, even though the prosecutors recommended no jail time, Judge Genece E. Brinkley had a different plan in mind. After overseeing Meek’s case from its inception, she appeared to be over all of the shenanigans. With that being said, she sentenced Meek to 2-4 years in prison as punishment. Damn, Meek Mill.

Ok, so the question is, how did he get here? Now, while I do think the sentence is harsh, Meek didn’t make any of this shit easy on himself. Listen, if we’re keeping it a buck here, he was constantly getting into some type of tomfoolery. Look, I see several news sources pointing to his recent arrests being the culprit. But, that’s only half of the story, fam. In reality, there were more underlying factors that contributed to Meek’s situation. Shit, let’s go through some of them, bruh.

First, he was arrested back in March for a fight at a St. Louis airport. To be fair, those charges were dropped, son. Then, he pleaded guilty to reckless driving in October after he recorded himself riding a dirt bike here in New York. Look, as a lifelong NYC native, I could’ve told him that was a bad idea, man. The NYPD has a strong disdain for bikes in this city. On top of that, he kept doing shows outside of Philadelphia, even though the judge specifically told him not to. Frankly, Meek and his team made it easy to helm him up, fam.

Now, with all of that being said, does he deserve 4 years in prison? Nah, I’m not co-signing that shit, bruh. However; we can’t front like he didn’t put himself in a bad spot, son. On the real, if I knew I had a judge like Brinkley, I would sit my ass down, man. Look, there’s no need to end up on the wrong side of the law if it could be avoided, fam. All in all, there’s already enough of us in prison, bruh. There’s truly no need to add to the numbers, folks. Especially not over some dumb shit, people.

In the end, this shit is wack because I’m actually a Meek Mill fan. Real talk, he’s never dropped a bad project, son. Ok, yeah, people had jokes during the Drake debacle and the breakup with Nicki Minaj. However; the music never suffered, man. Ultimately, I’m going to be playing Dreams Worth More Than Money, Dreamchasers 4 and Wins & Losses at ignorant levels, fam. *Sigh* He was on a fucking streak before this shit happened, bruh. By and by, that’s all we’ve got until he’s free again. LC out.

More Terror In New York

So, let me get straight to the point, son. Fuck ISIS and everyone who wants to be down with them, man. Real talk, the entire organization is full of cowards, fam. I mean, what do they really do, bruh? They attack innocent people. That’s all they’re really good for, folks: attacking innocent people. With that being said, I hope they bury Sayfullo Saipov under the jail, son. All in all, his attack on New York City can’t go unanswered, man.

Ok, at this point, everyone should be aware of what’s going on, fam. Basically, 29-year-old Saipov used a rental truck to mow down pedestrians in a Manhattan bike lane. Ultimately, eight people were killed and many more were injured. Finally, when police arrived on the scene, he hopped out of the vehicle, shouted “Allahu Akbar” and got shot by the cops. Apparently, he was carrying a BB gun and a paintball gun.

Now, under normal circumstances, I would eviscerate Donald Trump for IMMEDIATELY politicizing this tragedy. However; I’d much rather have solidarity with the innocent victims, bruh. Frankly, I don’t have time for Trump’s shenanigans, son. By and by, the people are the only ones that actually matter, man. On the real, if 45 really wants to help, then get rid of ISIS like he claimed he would on the campaign trail. Shit, didn’t he say it would be easy, fam? If that was the case, then why do they still exist, people?

In the end, I have nothing else to contribute here, son. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to all of the individuals who lost their lives to such senseless violence. Moving on, it’s high time that we get ISIS the fuck outta here, man! Look, what kind of holy war is solely aimed at innocent people, fam? Keeping it a buck, those are the only ones they’re targeting, bruh. All in all, it’s nothing but sucker shit, folks. So, fuck ‘em all! LC out.

P.S. I just want to put it out there that the authorities were able to capture Saipov alive. Now, I’m not saying, but I’m just saying. That is all.

The ‘Hot Water Challenge’ Needs To Stop!

Ok, can I put my dad pants on for a second? So, the other day, my wife and I had a conversation with our oldest son about the “Hot Water Challenge.” This came after we heard about what happened to 8-year-old Ki’ari Pope in Florida. Apparently, her cousin dared her to drink boiling water through a straw. From there, Pope burned her throat, got a tracheotomy, but still eventually died from respiratory issues. On the real, the fact that this little girl was only one year older than my son shook me to my core.

To make matters worse, Pope hasn’t been the only child to suffer from this outlandish challenge. More and more stories are popping up about kids doing serious damage to themselves. For instance, back in July, 10-year-old Wesley Smith of North Carolina received third degree burns after he and his stepbrother tried to get in on the movement. It seems as if they got the idea from YouTube videos. In another case, right here in the Bronx, the friends of 11-year-old Jamoneisha Merritt poured boiling water on her face while she slept. Needless to say, her face has been ravaged, man.

Now, some people may be thinking “what’s wrong with these kids?” But remember, most children have no common sense, son. Like, I did TONS of stupid shit when I was a child. For example, who told me it was a good idea to backflip off of the top of a swing, man? On the real, I’m lucky that I got out of there with only a sprained ankle. With that being said, kids feel like they’re invincible and it leads them to doing all manners of tomfoolery, fam. In any case, we as parents need to reinforce the risks of dangerous actions to our children, bruh.

In the end, even though I think this challenge is beyond dumb, I can’t really fault the kids, son. Keeping it a buck, I can’t fault the adults either, man. The fact of the matter is, being a parent is a lot of trial and error, bruh. The sad part is, in some cases, it takes tragedy for young people to learn. All I know is, as of right now, we need to tell our kids to stay far, far, faaaar away from the “Hot Water Challenge.” That is all. LC out.

My Sunday Night With The Police

So, originally, I was going to talk about Jay-Z‘s new album today. However; I just need to get this story off of my chest, man. Now, don’t worry, good people. I’ll be back on Wednesday to speak about the virtues of 4:44. In any case, for today, I’d like to talk about my recent run-in with the New York Police Department. Needless to say, the entire situation was uncalled for and unnecessary. All in all, I truly don’t understand why cops find so much joy in being complete assholes.

Now, the situation began while I was driving home. I happened to be a few blocks away from my apartment on Morris Avenue in the Bronx. Side note, for anyone who’s unfamiliar with this part of the world, although Morris is a two-way street, it only has one lane on each side. Anyway, I was driving behind this black car and the vehicle just stopped in the middle of the street. I honked my horn thinking the driver was either distracted or lost. The car didn’t move. After about five or ten seconds, the car slowly pulled off and then proceeded to run a red light.

When the light turned green again, I started moving, but ended up right back behind the same car. It stopped in the middle of the street again and I honked my horn a second time. From there, the car pulled off the road to the right. I assumed that the driver was lost and needed to get his/her baring. I decided to drive around the now parked car. As I passed the car, that’s when I realized it was the police. Honestly, I had no idea because the car didn’t look like the typical Dodge or Chevrolet that they usually use.

Moving on, once I drove pass them, that’s when they turned their sirens on and forced me to pull over. Next, four officers jumped out of the car with their hands on their guns. Two of them stood on the driver’s side of my car and the other two stood on the passenger side. The officer driving the car started to yell at me for “tailgating” him. I asked him how could I be tailgating if I drove around him when he wasn’t moving. Also, I reminded him that he stopped in the middle of the street on two separate occasions.

After this part of our exchange, the same cop asked me for my license and registration. As I motioned for my wallet, all four cops put their hands back on their guns. I assured them that I was just trying to get my license. Once I gave them what they asked for, they told me to get out of the car. While this happened, a teenage boy stopped on the sidewalk to see what was going on. The two officers on the passenger side approached him with their hands still on their guns. They asked him if he knew me and he said “no.” Next, they told him to “get the fuck out of [their] face.”

From there, the main cop asked me if my license was real and if I’ve been arrested before. I responded with a “yes” and a “no,” respectively. For whatever reason, he said he should still book me for “being a tough guy.” Instead, he said I was “lucky” because they were going to let me go. After I got back in my car, he threw my ID at me and told me to “watch [my] mouth next time.” In the end, since I was close my apartment, my entire block watched me get harassed by these dudes.

In the end, I truly don’t understand why cops feel the need to behave this way. Keep in mind, two of the officers were Hispanic and the other two were Black. Meaning, I can’t even really blame race for this shit. Ultimately, the police department is an intrinsic system that’s designed to operate based on bias. In this moment, I wasn’t a husband, father or college graduate with a corporate job. I was just a “tough guy” that they thought they could get one over on. All in all, these are the reasons why people don’t respect cops. Shit, I may be alive to tell this tale, but not everyone is so fortunate, man. By and by, fuck the police, son! LC out.

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.