The boogeyman of hip-hop strikes again.

kendrick lamar dropped a surprise album yesterday,
gnx,
and the message is still loud and clear:

Whoever wants to be dragged to hell can step up.
He’s ready.

in “wacced out murals“,

kendrick took a swipe at lil wayne,
calling out his teary-eyed rant about not getting picked for the super bowl.

as you know,
or didn’t,
but the super bowl in his hometown of nawlins this year.

this morning,
wayne logged onto elon’s swamp and chose…

We (desperately) want that ol’ thing back.

muni long’s “made for me” hit different,
didn’t it?

it’s like a love letter to the golden days of R&B,
it fed our nostalgia-starved many of our millennial hearts.
it gave heavy midnight love:

let’s get into FLO,
the UK trio who teamed up with missy for “fly girl“:

…and delivered a sound so 90s/2000s it feels like a time machine.
of course,
many are out here calling their music “dated”.
funny tho…

I just had to tell someone recently:

“You always pick things against your best interest.
You choose the wrong men and the wrong life choices.
You’ve been not only a consistent disappointment in my life,
but with those around you.
We have all grown accustomed to YOU doing the wrong shit.
Why would I believe you’d make the best decision that would help me?”

Needles to font,
we aren’t speaking atm.
It felt good to say it out loud.

i’m at the point of my life where i don’t expect much anymore.
my expectations are low when it comes to certain people/things.
if someone/something has a habit of showing up,
i keep my expectations at a healthy place.
other people/things:

it helps you from being disappointed instead of getting you hopes up.
if the opposite happens,
you can act like a kid who got what they wanted for christmas.
i’m glad i didn’t expect much from the cmas in regards to cowboy carter cause…

I’ve found my latest obsession.

i really love the motown sound.
i’ve liked it even as a kid.
it reminds me of being in Mum’s car where i was introduced to older music.
my mother liked current r&B of that time but anytime we got in the car,
she would have the station on the golden oldies.
because of her,
one of my fav songs is “baby love” was diana ross and the supremes.
i was on youtube and randomly bumped into these AI remixes…

have you ever met someone who seemed to be exactly what you were looking for?
in the beginning,
it’s perfect!
you feel like it’s a match made in heaven.
as with most relationships after the honeymoon phase,
and you both start getting use to each other,
things start to change.
the spark fades and you’re left clinging to “the incentive”,
whatever that may be.

now,
imagine meeting someone new while you are with your main.
someone who blows your mind.

the chemistry is undeniable,
the sex is phenomenal,
and every encounter feels like an adventure.
they’re exciting,
captivating,
but they lack “the incentive” that your main has.
you start to wonder if you could look past it.
could you give up the familiarity and stability,
even if it means downgrading?

Is it worth leaving your main and starting over?

this is the dilemma i’ve been grappling with…

when i was a young millennial who was struggling with my sexuality,
i needed to hear “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan.

i heard it recently and it was like finding a lifeline.
she’s singing a Foxhole anthem of our young,
gay,
and dealing with the confused in love and lust.
the song tells the story of a lesbian who falls for another girl,
but that girl’s pretending to be straight.
“good luck, babe!” is chappell’s way of saying:

“You can’t suppress who you really are but I hope it all works out with the straights!
You’ll always fantasize about me but I hope things work out in your dead end relationship with home girl!”

with that gem of comfort and acceptance,
and because music is a solace for many of us during the good and bad,
i have to ask…