MNR: Things Done Changed
I know a nigga...who told on MY nigga
Claimed he a sturdy nigga
But he’s just a fucking rat, nigga
I hope niggas shoot your _____ crib up, nigga
With you in it, nigga
WTF is wrong with these niggas?
Days like this I used to just play “Smiling Billy, Suite II” by The Heath Brothers (the song Q-Tip sampled for “One Love”) on loop while I rolled exotic reefa in back to back to back Backwoods, wondering how did life get to this point. I was in dialogue with the lil bro Taury Dro on the Twitter yesterday when he tweeted (asked) why MF would come on the TL and give spoilers: End Game, Game of Thrones, or any recent movie or TV episode so current that many haven’t had the opportunity yet to see for themselves. This was the majority of my reply:
“This social media outlet allows sucker ass niggas to feel trill, nobodies to be great, and the ignorant to be intelligent. And if you put up an avi w/o your pic and location you can do it all anonymously. No chance of retribution.”
(I feel like this was some profound shit)
That’s word life. That’s what social media has done to our culture. To avoid hypocrisy, it’s imperative that I give the disclaimer that I do indulge in my fair share of social media, but most of my blog readers already know that. And they also know Twitter is my preferred WOMD (weapon of mass destruction). I’m damn near nine years in. That puts me somewhere in joining during its toddler stage. Back then it was shit like #TeamFollowBack, #FollowForAFollow, #TwitterFollowChain, #TwitterAfterDark (not the filth you’re imagining just jokes and such), and good morning shouts. A lotta folk were still FB loyalists, way before they realized Mark Zuckerberg was the true to life Thanos. Slowly but surely though, those folk came aboard. And they brought their FB venereal disease along to infect Twitter. Now we have the same bully mentality, meaning that if someone has an opinion that differs from popular sentiment there’s a need to team up and denigrate that someone in effort to invalidate said opinion. Now everyone crowns any and every MF who’s ever rapped over a beat, dribbled a basketball, or cooked a pot of grits the #GOAT off rip. No one remembers what happened yesterday. Yesterday is a century in the past. Having said all that, I’m cool with all that. Mob mentality has never swayed my opinion, nor has it muted my beliefs. And more often than not, it’s quite humorous. But what really burns my biscuits is what Dro and I spoke on—the fact that these weirdo, pussy, sucker ass MF feel that they the fucking Bumpy Johnson or Sam Giancana of the internet. Anonymity makes it so easy to be mega thug on these blogs. And it never fails. 9 outta 10 if I see some absolutely egregious shit on my TL and I probe to find the source of all this fuckery I’m reading, the avi is not their actual pic. That shit kills me. I’m from two families, places on the map, and an era when you had to live by your rep. If you popped shit, best believe a MF was gon see you on it. There was no place to hide. But now, all you gotta do is hide behind that phone or computer screen and you’re good to go. And for these never famous in real life but famous on social media niggas...stop it. We actually can see you on that. Somebody, somewhere on social media knows you. You can fake all you want but your claims gotta have names and dates to corroborate your stories/claims (fantasies). There must be some validation to be deemed official. So we expect confirmation. And when that scouting report comes out and you’re proven to be a fraud it’s quiet for you. With your fronting ass. And finally...you fake deep MF and life experts...I ain’t mad at you. I do feel you all are quite insane at times. But as a scholar trained by Professor Eric King, I understand that you are the sole authority of and fully entitled to your opinion. I respect that right and just chuckle at your beliefs. Because you are completely out your fucking minds. Now see, that’s my opinion. Respect it.
End of the day, you gotta take this social media shit with a grain of salt before it drives you insane, whether it be because you dive too deep into its pseudo reality or because you’re so immersed that you take it personal. Read a book. Go shoot a jumper. Make a beat. Don’t let it consume you. Y’all be cool how y’all be cool. Water.