hit release radar again this weekend.
and would you believe she came at me with a knife, again.
music is healing.
i’ve realized my community are full of demons. he wouldn’t teach how to mix, engineer, or produce. he called us a bottom bitch. in a safe space. waved his degree in our face and assaulted us. and she did it again last evening, and we heard fam got assaulted (but what is family) and Benji passed, bullet to the eye, not to mention Jared was murdered.
and he sat on my couch and showed a video of a man being ran over. in my home. a safe space.
but as a light bright with a degree the community supports him. just like they believed the lies of the nigga that always wanted to be a nigga.
you’d think I lived in a certain economic class. the reason for bubbles. I had a conversation with a man once and we deliberated over sharing our lives online–these new spaces, attained off of hard work and exploration and confidence as black young people, due to these ills.
I realized I have a lot more followers coming in from overseas. and new platforms are opening up and we’re actually successful in the real world. which begs the question why my community? as you witness the stark contrast in psychopathy.
these memories bother me. and so i’m just so glad that we have another creative outlet and have people that are receiving value from what was a very dark time due to demons, “genuine ‘christians’ in corners.” whether split at birth and possessed it doesn’t matter. there’s something to accountability. something to not being a “dumb bitch.”
I’ll never stop speaking out against my community and speaking directly and indirectly about predators, no matter how big or small, and the evils that are running ramped within our community–behind degrees, the burbs, and god.
i feel like we’re on course.
signed the black bitch.