I Un-Retired & Then Re-Retired From Basketball

So, does anyone know what it’s like to run in slow motion? Like, no camera tricks or movie trickery? Well, that’s exactly what I was doing yesterday, son. *Sigh* Who the fuck told me that I could still play basketball, man? On the real, my entire body has committed treason and mutiny against me, fam. All I know is, two hours after I un-retired from basketball, I hung my jersey back up in the rafters, bruh. Frankly, my run is over, folks. Keeping it a buck, I just have to accept my washed-dom and move on, brethren.

Ok, let me be honest for a second, son. Now, literally EVERY injury I’ve ever had has come as a result of playing ball. Shit, I broke my left leg, tore my right knee cartilage, badly sprained both ankles AND dislocated by left pinky finger. However, my dumbass just kept on playing, man. Why? Because of an insane love of the game, fam. Hell, to put this in perspective, my love of basketball used to be neck-and-neck with my love of music, bruh. Yeah, it was THAT real, people.

Anyway, after the birth of my second child, I kinda strayed away from the game, son. Not because I lost any love, but because I just didn’t have the time, man. Moving on, in the last few weeks, I decided to get back in the game, fam. So, I laced up my kicks and hit the gym, bruh. Needless to say, my body HATES me today, brethren. Like, every time I take a step, I can hear my knees saying “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Real talk, by the time I got home, my wife thought I got hit by a truck, folks. That’s how labored I was walking, people.

In the end, I’m legitimately in pain as I write this, son. Ultimately, the glory days are over, man. By and by, my jumper may still be good, but my basketball fitness is traaaaaaash, fam! At the end of the day, I’m going to just stick to boxing and lifting, bruh. All in all, I don’t need these type of shenanigans anymore, folks. So, RIP to my basketball career, brethren. It was great while it lasted. LC out.

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My Yearly Prince Post

So, let me get straight to the point, son. Look, everyone who knows me knows that I’m a MASSIVE Prince fan, man. Sadly, it’s already been two years since he passed away. Despite this, his music is eternal and as long as people like me are around, the fandom will continue, fam. In any case, instead of mourning his death, I want to keep on celebrating his music, bruh. With that being said, I’d like to highlight some of my favorite, and more recent, Prince records.

Ok, I won’t lie, son. I’m about to be on some real snob shit, man. Keeping it a buck, I’d rather give light to some of his lesser known jams than the songs that people are most familiar with. So, below is a quick list of some of my favorite new age bangers:

In the end, that’s all I’ve got for today, fam. Ultimately, all I can say is, viva la Prince Rogers Nelson, bruh! By and by, I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, son. That dude is the fucking G.O.A.T., man, end of discussion! Anyway, folks out there need to get some of this fuego, people. That is all. LC out.

In His Grandmother’s Backyard…

AHHHHHHHHH! *Sigh* At this point, that’s the first thought that comes to mind, son. Good fucking Lord, man, how many times do we have to go through this shit?! Like, is there ANYWHERE on God‘s green Earth that we won’t be shot, fam? Look, a dude can’t even be safe in his grandmother’s backyard?! Once again, it’s mind-boggling how cops always “fear for their lives” and never properly assess the situation. All in all, Stephon Clark died for NO fucking reason, bruh!

Ok, before I continue, let me address the individuals who will justify the officers’ actions. Now, let’s just say, hypothetically, that Clark was actually breaking car windows, as the authorities claim. Even in that case, why were the 20 shots warranted? Listen, when I watched the body cam footage, I saw two officers roll on the scene, fail to identify themselves, yell “gun” and just start firing. After all of that, did Clark have a weapon? Nope. He was simply holding an iPhone, son. All I know is, if Clark was really guilty of a crime, then that’s what due process is for. Let the courts decide his fate instead of MULTIPLE bullets.

Look, on the real, I’m not even going to get into the racial implications of another unarmed Black person getting shot. Real talk, I’ve done that COUNTLESS times on this blog, man. Instead, I want to talk about the GROSS ineptitude of our police departments. Now, let’s just pretend that these shootings aren’t based around an irrational fear of Black people. Even if that were the case, which it isn’t, why are folks cool with how cops handle these situations? Why are folks cool with the fact that officers ALWAYS shoot before getting a handle of the situation? Their constant “fear” puts us all at risk and people should be WAY more critical of their constant lack of proficiency.

In the end, I don’t want to hear about broken car windows and I don’t want to hear about Clark’s criminal record. Ultimately, those areas have NOTHING to do with the matter at hand. By and by, even if both things are accurate, that doesn’t mean he deserved to die. At the end of the day, if the cops weren’t in danger, which they weren’t, they had no reason to shoot that man so many times. When it’s all said and done, a “they feared for their lives” defense shouldn’t be enough, fam. Perception and assumptions shouldn’t be enough to end a man’s life. Frankly, they assumed that he was armed and then they took his life. Officers never need to be right in order to be defended. That, in and of itself, is a LARGE part of the fucking problem, bruh. *Sigh* I’m just drained, son. That is all. LC out.

RIP Craig Mack

Damn, son. *Sigh* Here we are again, man. Another day, another rapper from my childhood facing an untimely demise. Look, all I know is, Craig Mack never got the credit he deserved, fam. I mean, if we’re being real, he jumpstarted Diddy‘s career, bruh. Ok, yes, I’m well aware of Puff’s tenure at Uptown Records and his work with Jodeci/Mary J. Blige. However; Puff laid the foundation for Bad Boy Records on Mack’s back. Frankly, if it wasn’t for Mack, there might not have been a Bad Boy empire.

Ok, before I continue, let me get one thing out of the way, son. Listen, 46 years old is WAY too young to die from heart failure, man! Now, I have no idea what Mack’s health was like in his final days. But, as a 32-year-old dude, the thought of dying in 10 or so years is frightening, fam! Real talk, that’s one of the main reasons why I started getting back in shape, bruh. Yeah, looking good is nice and all, but I’m more so petrified of dying in poor health. So, stories like Mack scare the fuck out of me, folks! All in all, we need to make sure we’re taking the best care of ourselves.

Moving on, let’s talk about Mack’s legacy. Now, for those who are unaware, Mack legitimately started the Bad Boy run. I mean, not only was/is “Flava In Ya Ear” a classic song, but it was also Bad Boy’s first release. That’s right, people, The Notorious B.I.G. didn’t put out the label’s first music. Ok, yes, Ready To Die ending up coming out a week before Mack’s Project: Funk da World. But, Bad Boy’s momentum began with Mack. Real talk, if “Flava In Ya Ear” never took off, we might not have ever gotten the rest of the label’s discography. With that being said, everyone needs to put some respect on Mack’s name, son.

In the end, I don’t want Mack’s influence to go unrecognized. Ultimately, he’s important to Hip Hop‘s history, whether people know it or not. By and by, Rest In Peace to Craig Mack! At the end of the day, he died too young, man. That is all. LC out.

P.S. For anyone who’s in the dark about Mack’s music, go check out Project: Funk da World. Shit, “Flava In Ya Ear” is a given, but “Get Down” is also supremely fire, fam. Good day.

RIP Combat Jack

So, for those who don’t know, I’m a big podcast guy, son. Like, for someone who’s a musician, I spend waaay more time listening to podcasts, man. In any case, out of all of the podcasts in the known universe, the Combat Jack Show is always one of my go-to listens. With that being said, I’m sad to hear about the death of Reggie Ossé aka Combat Jack. Now, while I was aware of his cancer diagnosis, I didn’t expect him to go so soon, fam. All in all, Rest In Peace to one of Hip Hop‘s podcast pioneers, bruh.

Ok, back in October, Jack came out of the blue and told the world that he was recovering from colon cancer surgery. At the time, that news was shocking because us fans didn’t know he was sick. Anyway, in my eyes, even though I’ve personally seen the affects of cancer on loved ones, I thought Jack was going to be alright. Now, my sentiments were mainly based on Jack’s own demeanor. I mean, even though he knew he was in a precarious position, he still had a good attitude about everything. Real talk, he refused to let the cancer dim his light, son. All I know is, his outward composure was commendable as fuck, man.

Moving on, although Jack is now gone, his influence can’t be denied, fam. Listen, outside of his history as a prominent lawyer in Hip Hop, he founded one of the culture’s most recognizable podcast brands, fam. Hell, as of right now, who isn’t on the Loud Speakers Network, bruh? Currently, they have The Read with Kid Fury and Crissle, The Brilliant Idiots with Charlamagne Tha God and Andrew Schulz, Lip Service with Angela Yee and many more. In addition, they also had Tax Season with Taxstone before his unfortunate legal situation. Now, when I add on Mogul, his Chris Lighty documentary on Spotify, it’s clear that this man had a MAJOR impact on the zeitgeist, son.

In the end, shout-out to Mr. Ossé for everything he’s accomplished, man. Ultimately, I hope he realized his impact while he was here, fam. By and by, he was a real torchbearer for Hip Hop and that should never be forgotten. Once again, RIP to Combat Jack. 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.

I Blame The Music For Lil Peep’s Death

So, I won’t lie, son. I know almost nothing about Lil Peep, man. On the real, I can’t name an album, sing a hook or describe a beat, fam. However; I was aware of him because of my relentless pursuit of “the new” on music blog sites. With that being said, I was a little alarmed when I learned of his death, bruh. I mean, if early reports are true, then he might’ve died from a drug overdose. Now, if that’s the case, then I wholeheartedly blame the music for this shit, folks. All in all, waaaaay too much fuck shit is glorified in a lot of these songs.

Ok, before I continue, let me get one thing out of the way, son. Yes, I’m fully aware of the fact that questionable behavior has been perpetuated in music since its inception. Shit, when I was growing up in the 1990s, damn near every rapper claimed to be a Tony Montana-level drug dealer, man. However; we’re living in a time right now where drug abuse is the “coolest” thing to do, fam. Look, musicians have always done drugs, but I can’t recall another period where the exaltation is sooooo prevalent, bruh.

Now, if I’m being honest, I’m a part of the problem, son. Hell, I’ve stated multiple times that I’m a big Future fan, man. In any case, he’s one of the main proponents of this drug culture, fam. Like, he just had a Top 5 hit where the chorus talks about Molly and Percocet, bruh. If we’re keeping it a buck here, young kids are listening to and absorbing ALL of the shit, people! Real talk, Lil Peep was only 21 years old! He was CLEARLY raised in this drug-enthusiast era. Frankly, we all need to take responsibility for this shit, folks.

In the end, I’m not saying that artists should completely abandon their subject matter. On the real, if that’s the lifestyle they’re living, then I’d expect to litter their lines with references. However; everyone needs to be mindful of who’s listening to their records. Yeah, it’s easy to say that an artist isn’t a role model until they convince a child to do some wild shit, son. Ultimately, if we’re really going to talk about drugs, then we also need to talk about the downside, man. By and by, it’s all fun and games until someone loses their life, fam. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to Lil Peep, bruh. LC out.

P.S. The dude was on a track called “Overdose,” son. Shit, in my eyes, that’s enough to showcase the issue that I’m talking about, man. *Sigh* As a culture, we all need to do better and monitor the bullshit that we’re feeding to the next generation, fam. That is all.