okay so i thought it wasn’t ever going to happen.
i really didn’t.
i did not think i’d like august alsina.
i ain’t scared to admit.
i brushed him off as some ghetto chris brown/trey songs wannabe.
one who probably would only have one album,
a few mix tapes,
and the hook singer of every ratchet rapper.
i was sure he would be talking about hood rat sex,
black ‘n’ milds,
and pregnancy scares.
i also thought his fan club was 17 year old girls and the “light skin only” mafia.
don’t even get me started on that 106 and park incident.
yes i def prejudged him.
whatchu gonna do bout it?
well who knew i was actually going to like his music?…
so i’ve been listening to august alsina’s album,
every day since i got it.
it has been on HEAVY rotation on my way to work and back.
maybe his “ghetto tales” appeals to my inner ratchet?
its like he is a singer who sticks his chest out like a rapper.
hell i literally testified to his intro track,
it talks about his struggles before making it big.
sure he talks about ghetto hoes on a couple tracks,
but he actually has something else to talk about on others.
he speaks to those who grew up in the hood and ran the streets.
this isn’t main stream hood life at all.
my life wasn’t as rough as,
but i was a def “fix it jesus” couple years ago.
hell my haters (ick i said haters) thought i would be homeless or a crackhead.
nothing better than a “naw bitch” life come up.
so august and me could kick it with this music.
he’s definitely not like the other wolves who are one trick ponies and potential jailbirds.
this one seems authentic.
i hope hollywood doesn’t make him everything i thought he would be.
lowkey: i think he is still just okay in the looks departments.
and teeth did make him raise a half a point tho.