Before dunn Heath Ledger’s himself. No Brokeback to the following drop…
Wang,
Yo dunn, I know I have used this column to criticize and cajole your rhyme skills but when it all comes down to it I have respected your work ethic as you have tried to live up to the potential that everyone claims you have. In truthfulness, I always considered you the best Lil’ of all the Lil’s. Lil’ Jon, Lil’ Flip, Lil’ Kim, Lil’ Scrappy, Lil’ Webbie, Lil’ Fingers, Lil’ Mo, Lil’ Mama and Lil’ Maxso, but Lil’ Maxso is on the come up something serious so don’t sleep.
It’s just that I don’t want to see you waste your life on pills and white powder. That drug shit will be around for ever and ever. What is fleeting and temporary by its nature is life itself. Fuck ever rapping in a microphone ever again. Your life is on the line now. Just like Kurt Cobain, or Heath Ledger. As a matter of fact, exactly like Heath Ledger in ‘Brokeback Mountain’ since you kiss men in the mouth. You have a window right now to escape from and reclaim your humanity.
This rap shit will always be available to you Wang. The kids that listen to rap music now could care less if you belched into a microphone. So now it looks like you will have to sit in the Bing in Phoenix. While your long awaited album ‘The Carter III’ gets pushed back to Nevuary 2007. The C III was going to be that album all the haters were going to love on the low[ll]. Instead everyone gets a mugshot of blue ribbon capture courtesy of the Arizona police. Is this the image that you want you daughter to have of you?
The first step in the rest of your life is going to be the most difficult. You are going to have to remove some long term acquaintances from your cipher. Birdbrain Baby is the first. I know how strongly you feel about dude by the way you close your eyes when you kiss him on the lips. But you are going to need to remove your dependency from your drug supplier before you remove your dependency from your supply of drugs. This also means no Hot Boys re-union just yet. You aren’t strong enough to be around B.G. right now. I’m pretty sure that fool is still twerking.
At the end of the day, no matter where you go there you are. So if you aren’t ready to put down abusing drugs then you won’t make the changes necessary. In truth, your favorite drugs will be around for a mighty long time since they are synthetic anyhoo. If you can prove to yourself now that you can put down using and you are in control then you won’t have any problems later on if you have a relapse or two. The point is to prove to yourself that you have a value outside of this music bullshit.
How do I know so much about the demons chasing you and how you have to rid yourself of them? I too was drug abuser. And I was also born the same day as you, just ten years before you. Be easy and drive slow Lil’ Wang, for your daughter and for yourself.
Real talk for real. Sad how Amy, Billie Holiday, Mary, Flav, Marvin, Gil Scott Heron and too many others to count seemed to have traded their lives for drugs, drink, smoke, blow or whatever. When I wake up I’m going to share a poem that was on a TRAGEDY album
Drugs get the Bozack, Drink gets the Bozack. Life does not get the Bozack. Peace, Wayne we love you (II). He was always kind and real with me and I ain’t mad at him listen to his early song “Fuck The World” Peace, Ernie Paniccioli
that’s real spit. he’s too young to throw it all away right now and these days entertainers are just getting allot lower than the high..as in six feet lower!
i got love for that lil dude, i hope he gets his life and his mind right!
I don’t get how folks can still do drugs after looking at recent photos of Amy Winehouse or looking at episodes of Bobby and Whitney?
Life is worth living. Good reminder DP.
Lil Wayne, man up. Everybody has problems, pain and issues. Drugs are only a temporary shield for masking what ails you. Growing up is about facing shyt head on without anything to numb the experience. It’s time to tackle your life and not waste it in a haze.
here is the lyrics from Tragedy Khadafi Aka Intelligent Hoodlum aka Percy Chapman (who is locked down on a 1-10 on a bs charge, if you want to write him reach out to me and I’ll give you his Penal address)
After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth
And the truth is god on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you, under you
Everything living is dying
After the dying is a rotting
After the rotting
After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth
And the truth is, god on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you, under you
Everything living is dying
After the dying is a rotting
After the rotting is the greenness of the grass
And the fullness of dreams…………….
Baby has a baby and she’s wonderin how and
Gotta take care of a newborn child and
All alone because the fathers out whilin
No time for school, she dropped that lesson
I guess you can say, the schools out of the question
Moms flipped at her, put the girl on the street and
her and the baby, aint got shit too eat and
No one’s around when the chips is down and
Poor baby’s father, nowhere too be found and
Ran the game that all guys aint the same
Left her with a baby for a bitch with no brain
Can’t take stress, so she picks up the pipe
High in front of the kid.now that aint right
Saying too herself, one day she’ll quit
But it’s day after day, and hit after hit
Met a crack-head who claimed that he loved her
Just another trick-slick full of game-brother
Pipe got her hyped, coke took her mind
Had her on the corner, playing hooker in no time
Another good sister straight down the drain and
Another poor child full of sorrow and pain
After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth
And the truth is, god on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you, under you
Everything living is dying
After the dying is a rotting
After the rotting
Every black man wants money and fame and
This black man gets in the drug game and
Hustle with the muscle, collectin endz
Drivin up town, in a kidded up Benz
Crazy money, with the cash non-stoppin
Too the hooker turns, and more “to needle poppin”
Went through the vein, and up to the brain and
Now he’s a victim, caught in the game
Used to weight, two fifty, man he was a threat
Now he don’t even weight forty pounds, wet
Back in the days the kids were all on him
Now they got big, sickking pit bulls on him
The HIV gave him AID
Now he’s history, in the cemetery
Rollin strong and had it going on and
But now, the money and the girls is gone and
He’s buried in the dirt. Boy does that hurt
Reach out (Scratching).Reach out for me baby
A Kid named Peace on the block-in (Peace God)
Wants to be a hard rock, starts hard rockin
Doing crime, no one could ever stop him
Even old friends on the block got a vicckin ?
He was well known for his robbin and stickin
Kept a fat 9 with the big fat clip in
Thought he was fly-in, no one would ever try him
‘Till one day he robbed the wrong guy and
Hot summer day-in, kids were out play-in
Cars rolled by and the bullets started spray-in
Went through the vest and hit him in the chest and
Rest in peace, cuz Peace is now restin
That’s how it is when your living in the city and
Everybody says it’s just such a pity and
Always wondered why, the man didn’t learn his lesson
I strive to survive and live life as a blessin
After Allah After Jehovah After the Guru
Lies the truth and the truth is God on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you under you, everything living is dying
After the dying is the rotting
After the rotting is the greenness of the grass and the fullness of trees but
Thou shall not know it for thou shall be dead………………….