Is it just me or does it seem counterintuitive to put a rapper on ice when he's bringing heat?
The inexplicably prolific author of '08's Top-selling album with a rebirth in the offing; the 27-yo Young Money Entertainment general with a raspy, Robitussin DM-laced growl who spits the dirtiest clean I know (ask Nivea or Lauren London if you don't believe me, lol).
I know that every man has to be accountable for his actions, but the particulars of Lil Wayne's attempted weapons possession case are questionable. My heart sank a little when I saw flicks of a resigned-looking Weezy heading into a Manhattan courthouse last month.
Another young black man entering the revolving door of the prison industrial complex. In February 2010 a judge'll hand down a yearlong sentence as part of a plea deal.
(Consider this: In 2003, a U.S. Justice Department report estimated that about 10.4% of the Black male population ages 25 to 29 was incarcerated.)
Regardless of how much rap has glorified the bid, there's nothing glamorous about a pen - unless you're using it to write bars. And no matter what issues we might have with his extracurriculars, Wayne belongs on a stage, not in a cage.
02 November, 2009
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