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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

OK, And?

I’m posting this early, as I got to be on set to work a commercial shoot and probably won’t get to look down on my adoring audience’s random-ass negative comments about me as if it’s going to affect my blunt/fucked up state of mind and/or make me stop unleashing the wrath of my madness here, because this is where the Oliver Twists that jump on this section of the Internets to talk wild that jibba jabba on the c-section also come here to see my middling opinions as if it were gruel.

“Please, sir, I want some more.”

Poetical waxings aside, I’m going to be the first person (well, the first person here, but whatever) to put it out there, because as bad as it may sound it’s a painful reality: while it's disheartening to hear that Pimp C died, his death is not going to convince me to start a candlelit vigil (or even give a cyber-eulogy for that matter) in his honor. Death, as unfortunate as it seems on the surface, is as natural an occurrence as the poisoned air that fills our lungs each and every day, and as sad as it is to have struck down Chad Butler, I refuse to let something like that fuck up my day.

What’s really going to suck about this (from my perspective at least) will the plethora of phony tributes, false proclamations and other shit bludgeoned on our collective asses now that he coincidentally passed on the born day of Shawn Carter, similar to the way these Stanleys “pay tribute” to rappers going to prison with “Free (insert name)” shirts. I barely give a shit about Punching Bag P’s impending jail sentence either, by the way.

A similar scenario happened earlier this year when all-star piff pocketer Stack Bundles was sent to the pearly gates, and every two-bit mixtape trapper and Dip Set MySpace goon was making tributes as if he personally helped them carry their stash. It’d be pretty fucking ludicrous for me to attempt to do the same, especially considering I never really dug the music in the first place, so when I see those that do the same thing I detest, I can’t help but call shenanigans on their fallacy.

Yes, it sucked that the life of someone relatively young (yes, 33 is young, even in hip-hop years) is gone. But throwing up online condolences – especially if you’re like me and really didn’t care too much about the music in the first place – is flat-out wrong on all kinds of levels also. I’m pretty sure some of this post’s 13 comments will consist of the typical bullshit I’m used to by now but it’s not like I’d give a shit about those also, because me doing something like this:

“R.I.T. PIMP C! I HARDLY KNEW ‘YE!”

isn’t going to mean much on my conscience nor make it seem sincere.

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