I can’t believe that Nipsey’s death is effecting me like this. I’m not a “fan.” I listened to Victory Lap maybe twice . . . while driving to Maryland. Not my bag . . but I’d seen him and Lauren London on Instagram and Twitter. And they looked HAPPY. Not the bullshit Hollywood faux Happy. But they loved every flaw and crevice of each other. This makes no SENSE. Just a life, wasted. Somebody with such drive to empower his people, doing things everyday in the community he grew up in. A whole generation of children without his . FOR WHAT?!?!?
This probably has more to do with some news I got earlier this week. I feel like a friend just died. His light just went out. His son will never have a relationship with him, at least not during the formative years. I just can’t believe he did this. And I can’t talk to him and find out. I’m just out here, wondering how the fuck he got here. Life is CRAZY right now.
I feel like Black Folks are just at war with ourselves at this point. Has the burden finally become too much? Has we finally folded under the generation pressure? This Nipsey shit scared me. In Front of His Daughter?!?! The Streets don’t have a code AT ALL no more?
This summer is going to be A LOT. For everyone. I’mma stay prayed up. Ya’ll should too.