‘Clean-Cut American’ Kills Black People

So, I’m going to get straight to the point, son. I truly, truly, TRULY despise the constant humanization of White murderers. I mean, no matter how heinous the crime, these killers are still given respect and deference. Listen, when a person commits a devious act, I don’t give a fuck about how awesome someone thinks they are. At the end of the day, they need to be judged for what they’ve done, man. Shit, Lord knows that Black people are NEVER given the benefit of the doubt, fam.

Now, for those who missed it, Kenneth Gleason is a piece of shit. As of now, this asshole has been charged with murder after shooting two Black men. According to reports, Gleason killed 59-year-old Bruce Cofield and 49-year-old Donald Smart. Sadly, the former was an innocent homeless man, and the latter was a dishwasher on his way to work. Apparently, Gleason fired on both men from his car and then walked up on them to finish the job.

As it stands, these murders are being investigated as racial-motivated. In addition, while searching Gleason’s house, authorities found a copy of an Adolf Hitler speech. So, based on this information, I think I know everything I need to know about Kenneth Gleason. However; if we let his neighbor tell it, he’s just a “clean-cut American kid.” Yeah, that’s a direct quote, people! That’s exactly what Nancy Reynolds said about a murderer.

Listen, as a Black person, this type of shit INFURIATES me, son! Like, minorities can’t even get respect when we’re the victims. However; a man who specifically targeted Black people can get a glowing review. Now, tell me, Ms. Reynolds, what does a “clean-cut American kid” look like? What about him warrants such a description? From my perspective, he’s a racist and a killer. Oh, wait, that IS American, man! Shit, that’s EXACTLY what “clean-cut Americans” have done to Black people since we got to this fucking country! In that respect, she might be absolutely right, fam.

In the end, fuck Kenneth Gleason and fuck anyone who has anything positive to say about him. All in all, the focus should be on the innocent people he killed. With that being said, Rest In Peace to Cofield and Smart. Hopefully, they throw this turd under the jail, fam. LC out.

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What Happened To Kenneka Jenkins?

So, to be real, I keep reading stories about Kenneka Jenkins and I still don’t feel like I know anything, son. Like, no matter what article I come across, I’m still clueless about what led to this young woman’s death. As it stands, no concrete information has surfaced about her demise. All I know is, Teresa Martin deserves to know what happened to her daughter. Real talk, I don’t know if foul play was involved, but the truth needs to come to the light, man. All in all, Jenkins’ story is thoroughly unsettling, fam.

Now, for those who missed it, I’m going to try and condense this wild story. So, the entire situation unfolded over this past weekend. On Friday, Jenkins left her Chicago home to go party at the Crowne Plaza Hotel. During the course of the night, she spoke with her sister and even seemed to appear in a Facebook Live video. Around 3 a.m., she was seen walking around drunk on a hotel camera near the front desk. Around 4 a.m., her friends called her mother to tell her that they couldn’t find her. Fast forward to 12 a.m. on Sunday, Jenkins was found dead in an industrial freezer in the hotel.

Moving on, the main issue here is that we don’t know what happened between the time she was seen on camera and when her body was discovered. As of now, social media is in an uproar, with everyone offering analysis of what they think happened. Naturally, everyone wants to know what her friends know. How did they lose track of her? What was she doing before she disappeared? Who are all of the people in that Facebook Live video and what do they know? Did Jenkins’ body have any noticeable injuries? On the real, we’re all speculating and we legit don’t know shit, man!

Keeping it a buck, I can’t automatically say that foul play was involved. Not because it isn’t a possibility, but because we don’t have enough facts to make any judgment calls. Shit, we don’t know if someone hurt her or if she just stumbled into the freezer. Either way, the situation is super tragic, man. In any case, her friends do need to start talking, though. Someone has to know something about her untimely demise, son. In my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised if some freak accident happened and these teenagers tried to cover it up. All I can say her, Jenkins’ autopsy can’t come soon enough, fam.

In the end, Rest In Peace to Kenneka Jenkins. Ultimately, it’s truly sad that she died so young, man. As a 32-year-old man, I couldn’t imagine leaving this world at 19. Shit, our lives are just getting started at that age, son. In addition, as a father, I couldn’t imagine losing a child is such a manner, bruh. By and by, I just hope this isn’t a mystery that remains unsolved. LC out.

A Letter To Tariq St. Patrick

Dear Tariq St. Patrick,

Fuuuuuuuuuuck yooooooou! My Lord, you are EASILY one of the worst characters to ever disrespect my television screen. Real talk, if either of my sons did HALF of the fuckity-fuck shit you’ve done, I’d banish them to the abyss and start from scratch. In any case, the wrong St. Patrick died last episode. All I can say is, Rest In PeaceReina.

Now, before I talk about your sister, let’s go through your dizzying display of assholery. The shitshow started when you found out that Ghost was cheating on Tasha. To be fair, I could understand being upset that your father wanted to break up the family. However; your disrespect levels went off the fucking charts, man! I swear, if my boys EVER talked to me the way that you talked to your parents, they wouldn’t have tongues, bruh. Some shit will NEVER be tolerated, fam!

So, now that your “perfect life” has been tarnished, what do you do? Get yourself involved with a psycho like Kanan. You’re literally the heir to an empire, but you’re out here doing petty ass home invasions. What kind of simpleton behavior is this, son? Oh, you think you’re hard now because you drink lean and rip off rich White people? See, that’s exactly why Jukebox had your dumb ass helmed up in that house. Man, you’re softer than baby shit in warm water, bruh.

With all of that being said, your clowncake actions are now the reason why your twin sister is dead. Despite the fact that you treated her poorly, she STILL tried to come to your aid. She confronted the dirty cop who was trying to murk you and ended up with a bullet meant for you. Are you happy now, you piece of post-tequila vomit? Are you satisfied with yourself?! Your sister took her last breath while you hid behind a wall. Like, it isn’t possible to be a bigger bitch than you, man. You’re truly the worst of the fucking worst, son!

Ultimately, do us all a favor and disappear. As a matter of fact, I hope all the bad things in life happen to you and only you. Word to Silky Johnson, bruh. In the end, you have NO redeeming qualities, fam. Way to be a disgrace to everyone and everything, man.

Sincerely,

A dude who wanted you to get knocked off last season

Drop A Gem On ‘Em: RIP Prodigy

Look, I won’t lie, son. This death hit me hard, man. I mean, Prodigy from Mobb Deep literally defined an era for me. Shit, all jokes aside, today’s post could either be one paragraph or an entire dissertation. Prodigy had a profound impact on how I understand Rap music. In addition, his music is a vivid reminder of the New York I grew up in. All in all, Hip Hop lost a fucking LEGEND yesterday, fam! All I can say is, Rest In Peace, Prodigy!

Now, as a rapper myself, the first line is always the hardest for me to write. On the real, that one bar sets the tone for the entire verse. Needless to say, Prodigy was a MASTER at coming up with a flawless opening quote. To that point, everyone should read this article from Phonte, formerly of Little Brother. He perfectly explained how Prodigy’s power came from how he began his rhyme. Bruh, just try maintaining composure after hearing a man say “there’s a war going on outside no man is safe from.” Listen, it’s impossible, son! Ultimately, Prodigy was brilliant at writing lines that stuck in the listener’s head.

Moving on, the word on the street is that Prodigy died from complications related to sickle-cell anemia. Now, for anyone who has followed his career, his illness shouldn’t be a surprise. However; he had the condition for so long, I just figured he would always be in the clear. Apparently, we were all wrong. In any case, dying at 42 is insane, man! Like, I couldn’t possibly imagine being dead in ten years, fam. With that being said, situations like this should remind us that we can never take life for granted. By and by, we never know when all of this is going to stop.

In the end, I just want to celebrate Prodigy’s legacy. To that end, below are a bunch of my favorite Mobb Deep/solo songs. I just hope that he knew how much his music meant to people like me. RIP, Prodigy.

Police Never De-Escalate: The Story Of Charleena Lyles

*Sigh* I… *Sigh* Seriously, man? A pregnant woman? A 5’2″ mother of four who was carrying another child? The police really couldn’t find a way to de-escalate this situation? Honestly, what the fuck are they teaching cops in these academies, man? Like, I truly don’t understand why EVERY situation involving Black people ends with death. All in all, regardless of the story that the authorities will try to tell, Charleena Lyles should still be alive.

Now, before I continue, let me address the inevitable naysayers. I mean, regardless of the situation, there are always people who try to justify the actions of the police. So, yes, Lyles may have had mental issues. Yes, the police had a checkered history with her. Apparently, her apartment was flagged “hazard information” by the department. Anyway, yes, she may have been holding a knife when the cops entered her unit. In any case, with all of that being said, it doesn’t change the fact that she called them for help.

Look, the authorities went to Lyles’ apartment because SHE reached out to them. She contacted them about a potential burglary and was looking for some assistance. However; instead of treating her like a woman in need, the police automatically went there anticipating hostility. For example, the station sent two officers to her residence instead of one. As of now, the cops are claiming that they shot her because she was brandishing a knife. Apparently, according to their “training,” they don’t know any other methods of de-escalation.

My thing is, so what is she had a knife? Lest we forget, Lyles was reporting a burglary. Why wouldn’t a pregnant woman with four other children in the house arm herself for protection? In addition, even if the cops were scared, why couldn’t they use their tasers? I mean, why do officers even have them, fam? They never seem to use them in the appropriate situations. Listen, if they really thought this pregnant woman was a threat, they could’ve tased her and then figured out the best way to proceed. Instead, they treated her like a criminal in her own home and killed her in front of her kids.

Ultimately, I’m speechless, man. Like, this has to be one of the most egregious miscarriages of justice. In the end, no minority is safe from the wrath of the police department. By and by, it’s an incredibly hopeless feeling when we realize that literally ANYONE can be murdered. *Sigh* What the fuck are we supposed to do now, fam? I really don’t know what else to say. LC out.

No Justice For Terence Crutcher

*Sigh* I’m devastated right now, man. Like, I’m having a hard time even putting my thoughts into words, fam. I mean, I don’t know what’s worse; the fact that Betty Shelby got away with murdering Terence Crutcher or the fact that I’m not even shocked by the verdict. Bruh, the jury couldn’t even convict her of manslaughter? Manslaughter?! A man was shot after his car broke down and his killer couldn’t even get the minimum charge? Honestly, why would Black people EVER trust in the injustice system, son?

Now, I could write an entire dissertation here, but what’s the point, man? What’s the fucking point anymore? All I know is, the cycle never ends. My people die and America doesn’t give a shit. The worse part is, America doesn’t even pretend to give a shit either. Look, Shelby’s lawyer said she was “elated” that she got off. Shit, this woman took a human being’s life and she couldn’t give a single fuck, bruh. At this point, I’m freakishly calm because I don’t know how to properly channel my rage. All in all, I just want to say Rest In Peace to Terence Crutcher.

Ultimately, I have nothing else to say, man. Fuck this shit. LC out.

A Letter To Jordan Edwards

Dear Jordan Edwards,

*Sigh* It pains me to know that you’ll never get to live a full life. It pains me to know that you’ve become another victim of tyrannical policing. It pains me to know that your friends had to witness your demise. It pains me to know that another family has to mourn the loss of a loved one. At this point, I feel physically weak, man. I’m exhausted from watching innocent Black people lose their lives over nothing. I’m tired of our community being terrorized by a system that hates us. All I can say is, your life mattered, Jordan.

Listen, on the real, I can’t judge you for being a 15-year-old at a rowdy party. Hell, I had my first sip of alcohol during my sophomore of high school. Keep in mind, I was on a boarding school-funded trip to China when I got shit-faced on Georgi Vodka with some of my friends. With that being said, I could never criticize you for having a night out, man. Then again, when I read that you and your friends didn’t even drink at that party, I learned that you were even better than I was at your age.

All I know is, your story is yet another example of the horror that Black people constantly deal with. You left a party that was supposedly getting out of hand and you ended up dead. I mean, it’s fucking baffling, fam! Of COURSE, the police had to claim that you and your friends were driving in an “aggressive manner” to justify your death. As if any spin story could rationalize shooting an unarmed teenager in the head. Fuck, man, when is the bullshit going to stop?! My only hope is that you rest in peace while the cops collapse under the weight of their own lies.

In the end, I really don’t know what else to say, Jordan. Your death hurts. All of these deaths hurt. I… I’ve got nothing else, man. Just rest well, Jordan. Rest well.

Sincerely,

A man who’s running out of ways to honor victims like you