S. Capone

People were mad about photoshop!
People were mad about DAWs!
People were mad about Cars!
People were mad about wax records, vinyl, cassetes, CDs...
People were mad about the internet, selling things online, calculators, cell phones...

And guess what.....

Yall worried about what it looks like when people use generative AI.

Im trying to figure out how many of these peoples bills you are paying to have anything to say about what and how they spend their time doing s*t that dont concern you.

Dont use it if you dont like it. No one is forcing you to. You look goofy, "the way I do it is the only way to do it" head ass.

Boy howdy kids these days. That main character energy is nasty thick.

Black Folks! Why are we so worried about what other adults have in their pockets?
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Otis Julius always entertains man. Was good to see you last night bro. Dope show.
Shout out to Justin Strawstone too. Running a tour and DJing is crazy work.
Shout out to all the performers and to a new voice on stage I got to hear. Goes by Forest! Def a vibe from him.

Got to kick it with the squad too. I love all yall.

So I listened to all 3 albums.

Let me start this by saying, Ive been a Drake fan since he was wheel chair Jimmy.
I stopped listening to him "like that" a 2-3 years before Certified Lover Boy. It just stopped being s*t I wanted to listen to.

Now... with that being said.

These 3 albums are not good. Dont get me wrong, fhe beats are magnificent. You could have sold all 3 albums with just the beats.
The majority of the songs sounded like intros to an album.

Like he had made enough intros over the last 5-6 years and was like... "Ima put these together in an album." Smh.

The Album with his mama on the cover was crazy. The majority of those songs were strip club songs, talkin about hoes, and taking drugs. Like wtf even is this?

Yall gassing these albums like they are master pieces and they are lack luster at best.

3 absolute worst Drake albums to date.

But... I also think most missed a lot of the hidden messages within the BS. Sounds like these were contract close out albums and he may be making a move that no one expected him to make.

I might go deeper and do video reviews of these tragic wad of intros and bitting materials.

But for now, thats my take on Aubrey Drake. Lol

Apple phones are made with Samsung parts! Just... FYI!
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Not All Skin Folk Is Kin Folk!
That was proven to me everyday as a teenager.
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My wife recently made a
post that really hit home for
me. I discovered this about
myself some years back and
have been deconstructing this
type of thinking ever since.
Being ethnically diverse has
had its trials and tribulations
and I didnt have anyone oitside
of my mom to help me navigate
this, but she could only help
me so far, so I had to learn all of
this on my own.

So I decided to take her post and
reword it to better explain it in my
own way.

Please read to the end.

You know that saying
"unhealed people don’t listen
with their hearts and ears,
they listen with their triggers.
They hear wounds, not words."
That is exactly what happen
when someone with a mixed
background grows up in a
place full of prejudice.

When you are surrounded by
people who look down on part
of who you are, you often end
up absorbing those same toxic
views just to survive. It is a
completely natural, human instinct
to want to fit in, be accepted,
and feel safe in your own community.
So, to protect yourself, you might
start clinging exclusively to the
"acceptable," dominant side of your
background. It acts as a shield to
distance yourself from the heavy
stigma or stereotypes attached to
the other half of your heritage.

But living like that creates a
massive internal conflict. It is deeply
painful to admit that the people
you love—or the community you
rely on—hold harmful views. It is
even harder to face the terrifying
thought that you might be rejecting
a piece of your own blood. To avoid
that heartbreaking reality, your mind
starts making excuses. You start
rationalizing the prejudice around you,
telling yourself that the offensive
comments are just dark humor,
edgy banter, or simply not a big deal.
It is so much easier to laugh it off
than to face a total identity crisis.

Breaking out of that cycle is a long,
heavy journey. It means finally putting
down those protective shields, looking
past the excuses, and doing the brave
work of accepting every single part of
who you are.

This is what it was like in my brain
growing up.