The Day is On Its Way

Have I ever told y’all how much I love Chance the Rapper?

He recently performed a new song with Daniel Caesar on Colbert’s show and… ugh. I love him.

Its a three verse ballad articulating his toils in fatherhood, being a celebrity, and grappling with troubling matters of our times.

Chance never ceases to amaze me. I love his live instrumentations, the deep gospel influence, his flow. When he performed at the BET Awards last year with Pamela Mann and Kirk Franklin, even my heathen ass could feel the spirit moving through the computer screen. He has a way of making music that just hits you on a spiritual level.

I hear the seams snappin’. And I’m the team cap’n

Chance has never been shy about his activism. The thing that I like about him is that he’s a smart guy. He uses his platform to do some real work.

  • Police brutality
  • Homophobia
  • Urban Poverty/Neglect
  • Racism

Some of the “first world problems that niggas make up” that Chance and other activists are constantly addressing, yet… these hoes (i.e ‘Merica) keep on playing.

He warns, “Keep on playing we gone shake this shit up.”

When I think about the times we are in, I don’t get sad. I’m not even mad, truely and honestly. In the grand scheme of human history, this series of events comes about cyclically. Be it a Henry the VIII, a Hitler, a Stallin, a Napoleon, a Mao-Zedong… a Trump.

Just as sure as we are here, the day is on its way when the jig is fucking up. Though it’s hard to see it now, evil never truly triumphs. Maybe this is attributable to the vitality of the human spirit, or a collective low tolerance for bullshit – regardless…

The day is on its way

It could not wait no more

Here it is.




Brain on Drugs #4

I lied about not smoking weed.

Sorry not sorry.

2017 is out this bitch. Not officially, but honestly, the last four months of every year generally fly by in a gust of classes, stress, bills, and credit card debt. So in my mind, this shit is basically over.

That’s not to say shit still can’t go down in the next four months, but I’m not holding my breath.

One of my biggest goals at this juncture is to have at least three pairs of matching socks… Among getting my shit together to apply to grad school and slowly trying to pry myself from the jaws of debt.

Not to downplay all that but the socks thing would just be really personally satisfying.

I’m really thinking NYC is the move.

The application opens any day now and a bitch is ready.

My life finally feels like it’s moving, like it might actually be worth staying alive just so I can see what’s about to happen.

That was dark but I’m a dark bitch so…

Almost Caught a Lick but, So Worth It


I almost fried my fucking retinas trying to catch a glimpse of it.

No I didn’t by the glasses because like, no, that’s money – I got shades. I’m not paying any amount of money for 8 minutes of anything. 

Overhyped as it was, I love when I’m lucky enough to catch those extraordinary moments of celestial happenings. In the 10 seconds that I could bare to look at it, I was reminded that we are all at the mercy of a bigger universe with its own agenda. 

And it’s those moments that I live for – the simultaneous realization of humility and empowerment. 

Inaguration Day Blues

I choose to pretend that none of this is actually happening. I’m sure that’ll bite me in the ass at some point, but hopefully, I can get away with it for as long as I can.

Donald Trump has been inaugurated as the 45th president of the u.s. and honestly I throw up in my mouth a little bit every time i see him. No, I did not watch the inagural address because I love myself. And I imagine donald trump can’t speak at length about much of anything.

As always, the antics on the internet have managed to keep my spirits high in this time of mourning.


This grainy still is of a man being punched in the face in the midst of anti trump protests taking place in D.C. But not just any man. It’s that guy who tries to call he and his “movement” the alt-right, but whose really just another bigot with a platform.


B. L. O. O. P.

That about sums up my feelings on the matter. My sentiments exactly.

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I chuckled. And I’m also sure Michelle probably had a Purell infused facial scrub after this one.


And of course, even a postmortem Professor Snape is serving up some scathing humor to get our minds off of the fact that in the fight between good and evil, good still manages to keep a sense of humor even though he’s getting his ass kicked.  May the odds be ever in our favor.

But probably not.

*takes earbud out* what

Podcasts help me keep my brain busy when I’m waisting time. And I also like hearing intelligent takes on what’s going on in the world. I’m carrying these with me into the new year. Insightful, funny, relatable shit, these are my favorite podcasts.

The Combat Jack Show


I’m a huge hip hop head. It’s never been enough to just listen to the music. I like to know the ins and the outs of my favorite artists and personalities. Often times, an artist’s personality sells me on their music before I even hear their music. It’s not just rappers, Combat keeps you on your toes with his guests. From talks with Russell Simmons and Talib Kweli to Jamilah Lemieux and Marc Lamont Hill, Combat’s interviews are fun, fresh, and (usually) full of insight.

The Read


I discovered The Read this past summer and my life has not been the same. They’re funny as fuck and I cannot get enough of their hilarious commentary on the never ending stream of bullshit that populates American politics and pop culture. And those listener letters… my god.

The Friend Zone


The Friend Zone is my shit. Dustin, Assanté, and Fran are keeping me mindful and on my mental health. Their episodes are interesting and informative, not to mention hella entertaining. If I could climb through the matrix to spend a day with them, I probably would.

For Colored Nerds


FCN. It’s smart. It’s funny. I’m always interested to hear what Brittany and Eric have to say on any given week. They seem like two cool, cultured  individuals who I wouldn’t mind having intelligent conversations with over coffee.

Code Switch


Last but not least, NPR’s Code Switch

All Praise to da Migos

I paid $1.50 for chicken nuggets at burger king – 10 of em, got some dank ass weeds, and made it home just in time to see the Golden Globes.

And I’m glad I was listening to the voice that reminded me to tune in on sunday night

Tracee Ellis-Ross took best comedy actress at the top of the show and honestly, it set the tone for the rest of the night. One of my personal favorites, Atlanta, took home two awards for it’s premiere season.


(Speaking of premiere seasons, Issa Rae was also nominated for Insecure’s debut season, undoubtedly a testament to the creativity and freshness of these emerging writers of color.)

And of course, I would be remise if I did not mention Moonlight. I’ve still yet to see it but I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about it since it came out. All in all, this is probably the most diverse class of award winners that I’ve ever witnessed in my 20, almost 21, years. This year’s Golden Globe ceremony was refreshing.

And shout out to Meryl Streep. Spoken like a real one.


Honorable mention goes to questlove for dj-ing the hell out this show. I’d also like to thank the producers for limiting Jimmy Fallon’s time on stage. Y’all really had your shit together on this one. All in all, I think it was a pretty iconic night. (And even though they really stepped in it with that Hidden Fences shit, the resulting fallout dragging from black twitter was delicious.

It’s honestly impressive how fast the forces mobilize to call y’all on your bullshit. Luckily they took that L in peace and everyone else could enjoy the rest of their night.

Hopefully we’re in for an eventful awards season.