Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

This Is The Pusha T That I Want To Hear

Look, this post is going to be short today, son. On the real, not a lot needs to be said here, man. I mean, there’s a new Pusha T album, fam! Shit, that’s all a dude like me needs to know, bruh! Furthermore, since this is a Kanye West-produced affair, I’m having a hard time controlling my excitement, people. All in all, Pusha’s new Daytona album is EXACTLY what I want from this duo, folks. Real talk, the record is seven songs of that raw shit, people, pun intended.

Ok, before I continue, let me address the elephant in the room, son. So, the album cover for Daytona is fucking wild, man. Now, for those who are unaware, the artwork (seen above) is a picture of Whitney Houston‘s drug-filled bathroom. Look, I’ve been listening to Push push cocaine on records since 1999, fam. With that being said, even I think the album cover is a little distasteful, bruh. For God‘s sake, that woman actually died from her inability to kick a drug habit. Anyway, it would be easy to just blame Kanye for calling this last minute audible, but Pusha went along with it, people. All I know is, it’s a foul move on both of their parts, brethren.

Moving on, let’s get to the music, son. First, it must be said that I’ve never heard Pusha spit a wack verse, man. So, I was never worried about whether he’d bring the heat or not, fam. Frankly, I was more interested in how the beats would sound, bruh. Listen, since the My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy days, Kanye developed a habit of using like ten producers on every cotdamn song. Gone were the days when he was just chopping vinyl and dropping bars, folks. Anyway, when I heard that he was back on his sampling shit, I wanted to hear how 2018 Ye would sound. Needless to say, he doesn’t disappoint here, people. He’s able to keep the essence of his vintage days AND incorporate some of today’s production techniques.

In the end, what else is there to say, son? Ultimately, the album is hard as fuck, man! So, everyone needs to do themselves a favor and listen to this joint at ignorant levels, fam. By and by, I’m just looking out for everybody’s best interests, bruh. That is all. LC out. EGHCK!