#MNR: FTDC4LIFE

#MNR: FTDC4LIFE
 
“I hate a bitch that’s hating on a bitch and they both hoes. I hate a nigga hating on you niggas and they both broke. If you ain’t coming for no chili, what you come for?”
Kendrick Lamar
 
“Hop out suicide doors, it’s the Hitta Man. You don’t want to see them doors sliding on the Caravan. I know killers who was catching bodies and not one fade.”
Hitta J3
 
“I see you. You see me. [We] both see what we want.”
SZA
 
I hope it’s not too late – to set my demons straight. I know I made you wait. But how much can you take? I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see. And if it’s up, stay down for me...I got that part wrong. The last part. It doesn’t matter why I made the decision I made. I gotta live with that.
 
I remember when Chico Del Vec said (rapped), “I caught a case. Fuck that, I gotta live with that.” That still might be the realest shit I ever heard, and I was raised by the realest. I was taught by the realest. I listened to and continue to listen to the realest. The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Native Son, and Things Fall Apart are my favorite books (in order – that weren’t written by me), so ditto for the reading. It all reaffirms Del Vec’s bar. Don’t matter what happened. You must face and live with your tribulations and transgressions. My life and the way I was raised and conditioned taught me I had no other choice. You buy the ticket; you ride the ride. Over the years, I have been swift to emphasize this to the youth. A MF is quick to do some heinous shit but wants a mulligan when the heat comes. No sir. No ma’am. You caught a case, all by your lonely. Fuck all the excuses. Meh no care for your blood clot cryin’. You were super thug when you did what you did (allegedly). Keep that same energy, my nigga. You earned it. Don’t run crying to mommy and/or place the blame on her for your fuckery amidst free will. I don’t want to hear of any type of police activity, either. Informer dem = non-cipher.
 
The irony of the Del Vec bar is that I see it applying to grown ass men and women as much as these wild ass youngn’s. You are entirely too grown and experienced to expect sympathy from me or the state. I don’t give a fuck, my nigga. Whatever you did – you did (allegedly). I don’t feel sorry for adults, so my advice is to go and get a good pay lawyer and fight the case. If you have to sit still for a while, I’ll see to it that you keep a lil something on your books. You won’t have to use Cold Craft soap. You’ll be able to cop a few honey buns for your stash. Do your time. We’ll see you when you hit the bricks.
 
DISCLAIMER: ME ENSURING “A LIL SOMETHING” ON YOUR BOOKS DOESN’T MEAN THAT ITS FINANCING WILL COME EXCLUSIVELY FROM ME. I HAVE NO ISSUE GOING PAST YOUR AUNTIE AND GRANNIE CRIB AND COLLECTING THAT CHICKEN. DITTO FOR THOSE NIGGAS YOU GOT IT OUT THE MUD WITH.
 
This doesn’t only apply to criminal activity. If you committed an act of fuckery toward someone or some people, you can’t get upset if they don’t accept your weak ass apology or your “let by-gones be by-gones” plea. Some things can’t be pardoned. You don’t get to decide for the person or people you’ve wronged. That bridge has been burned, and you don’t have access to a canoe. You gotta live with it.
 
Oh... y’all wanted a Kendrick Lamar album review? That shit (GNX) is phenomenal. I’m not one to speak on the “C-word” too early, but it has the vibes of an instant classic. There’s plenty of fruit on this album, front to back. He dissed a bunch of niggas. You have to listen to decipher for yourself. Some were blatant; others were subtle. My favorite track is “dodger blue,” I think. I love damn near every track, and more than a few could be my favorite. “wacced out murals” is crazy. So is “tv off.” So is the title track (my nigga Hitta J3 went dummy). So is “squabble up.” So is “luther.” “reincarnated” seems to be a veiled tribute to Makaveli the Don. “gloria” is another level of special. Listen closely. This is an amazing album. SZA is so perfect. Her voice is tailor-made for TDE and pg lang. Buy GNX, stream it, or listen to it. Pure fireworks.
 
I’m sitting in front of this Mac with Kendrick “heart pt. 6” pumping through my soundbar. Behind the Mac is my library, my pic with Felipe that Luzpi gave me before our last session, and my Black and white postcard from a prior The Marathon Clothing purchase. The picture on the postcard is of a young Nipsy standing on Crenshaw in a TMC “THE MARATHON” tee. He’s smiling from ear to ear, loc braids dangling well past his shoulders under a fitted, chain and piece hanging low enough to make Prodigy smile down from heaven. Damn. Nip’s up there, too. That wasn’t even my initial thought. I wanted to talk about how his picture, Felipe and my picture, and “heart pt. 6” had me reminiscing about days past. I don’t reminisce much these days. I don’t know why. I cherish those times and their memories are sacred. It’s just that nostalgia has been rare for me after Shareon transcended. But anyway...here’s to life and love. Love for our dearly departed until we join them.
 
BLESSED EARTH DAY TO MY BROTHER SEAN. LOVE YOU ALWAYS, MY NIGGA. ENJOY YOUR DAY.