Did you vote republican in the last presidential election? Or maybe you are one of those we are all one color on the inside type of folks. I mean you are entitled to your opinion but I am certain that will change when your child comes home crying because some white kid made fun of their hair and complexion. As a black…

Some words already have power. Nigger, nigga, coon...these words will last as long as black folk are looked at as subhuman. And we are. Every black man or woman shot by the police, or profiled in a store is a reminder of what those words mean. You speak of not caring for a word. Yet that word is history, it is an…

Nah son, don’t work like that. The word has power and energy it it was part of the lyrics you don’t rap that part. It isn’t hard. If he was listening to it in front of me and say two of my brothers, would he have said nigga? Nope. I don’t care how cool you are, you don’t have the okay to say it. Does this make him a…

This isn’t that impressive. I may be out of my prime but Julianne Moore would definitely get dunked on if she tried to challenge me in the lane.

Bonus? Every department head at my company of 100 received bonuses. A pal of mine got a check for 10,000 dollars. No one else received a bonus, or an invite to a special holiday party held for said heads by the company, at a big time restaurant. Where they gave out things like iPads and ps4s.

Depending on the severity of the concussion he may feel as if he is perfectly fine. My brother was rocked in a game once and refused to believe was banged up and was ready to fight me to avoid going to the hospital even after realizing he was trying to open a locker that was not even close to his. That attitude in…

Essaywhatman??? is a great track.

I wouldn’t say gimmick but not truly hip hop. They have this muddled industrial style production that comes across as amateur. I’ve seen those cats live and I wasn’t impressed. No clarity on the mic, to much mumbling and screaming and really weak writing. If you want some dope stuff out of nor cal listen to Crown City…

“Hiya kids. Here is an important message from your Uncle Bill. Don’t buy drugs. Become a pop star, and they give you them for free!”

My pops was a signed musician so I guess its kind of cheating, but I’ve always known. I remember my pop telling me that labels love a white boy singing black music. Which now that I think of it is what is happening now. All these white singers being handed hit songs from black writers and producers then giving…

When have black women ever not been their own saviors? They will climb a mountain with their children on their backs, and dangling from behind on a rope, their men if need be. Hell, I know of black girls - girls - that have picked up torch and carried on after their own mothers worked themselves to death. Black women…

What do you mean “did,” I do that now and it still fucking works. I’m the coolest dude in the office, but also the only black guy.

Just in case any of yous suggest they are comparable. You are fucking welcome.

In case anyone of yous thinks they can be compared. Ya fucking welcome.

Someone should tell him he committed to Penn State, not State Penn.

When I was a junior in college, and making some nice paper as a photographer on the side, I took four of my younger brothers to the mall to shop for xmas gifts for my parents. We were in Macy’s when we were rounded up by security and told by police that we couldn’t walk together in the store. First I was told that…

At least they put a sista in the role. They could have put all white people in the cast then payed Ron Howard to direct. I’ll take it. Plus Chris Pine is a bankable A-lister, if this ensures more people watch it and DuVernay gets another mega hit, her career jumps to new heights.

My always has a small bottle of yak in the inner left pocket of the old ass leather jacket he always wears. Once, he gave me a swig and told me that I was an “old-lil nigga” and he remembered when I was hand raised about 3 feet off the ground) “ya high”. Then he melancholically watched my brothers play basketball in…

It’s bread and the more the better, we do potato brushed with melted butter and warmed in the oven, hawaiian because it’s delicious and the kids will eat it and a shitload of hot water cornbread.

My three year old daughter comes to me the other day and sings “my face is brown like chocolate, I am a sweetie pie. I love my curly chocolate hair, I love my chocolate eyes.” I have no idea where she got that, but I teared up a bit.