I have no interest in Meek Mill’s music, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a deep sense of pride anytime someone gets out of prison, regardless of why they were there in the first place.
I feel the same way the Asian community felt when that movie Crazy Rich Asians came out.
Meek Mill was locked up for six months or so, a while back, for popping a wheelie on a motorcycle in New York. At the time, he was “on paper” in the state of Pennsylvania. He was allowed to travel to other states to record and perform, as part of the Illuminati’s ongoing scheme to use rap music to funnel black men into the prison-industrial complex.
He got off for the wheelie, but he ended up getting locked up for failing to report an interaction with law enforcement to his PO. Later it was revealed that the judge, a hoodrat who will one day have her own show on daytime television, was upset with him because he refused to sign with a manager with whom she was in cahoots, and to spit a hot 16 on the song “On Bended Knee” by Boyz II Men. She may have also wanted to have sex with him.
He was sentenced to up to four years in the pokey, which is more time than you end up serving for a murder here in Missouri, but then he was released all of a sudden earlier this year, after an intervention by members of the Illuminati, including the guy who owns the Philadelphia 76ers, Jay-Z, the mayor of Philadelphia and New England Patriots owner Robert Kraft.
Why in the world so many high-profile individuals would be concerned with the plight of someone who seems like a fairly garden variety urban ne'er-do-well is beyond me. It doesn’t make sense that they needed him free to promote materialism and to glamorize various illegal activities since, at the time at least, Tekashi 6ix9ine was still out on the streets—though it’s very interesting to me to see that this Meek Mill album is dropping right after 6ix9ine was locked up. I read on Twitter the other day that the Meek Mill album had to be rushed onto the market, causing engineer Young Guru to have to fly economy class to Africa. (Imagine the smell.)
As I’m writing this, both Jay-Z and Rick Ross are trending on Twitter, Jay because he supposedly addresses Kanye on his feature on the Meek album, and Ross because he uses the other f-word on his feature on the album, in which he supposedly addresses the aforementioned Tekashi 6ix9ine. It’s a wonder the latter made it onto the album unbleeped. I mean, I could see if he was talking about killing black men. The other day, I was banned from Facebook for a minute for having used, uh, the t-word years ago, when it was still kosher. Talk about threatening someone with a good time! No 6ix9ine.
I’ve yet to get a chance to listen to the Meek album, and it’s possible I won’t get around to it, but I did read the Jay-Z lyrics in question on the invaluable VladTV, and it sounds to me like he might be going at Trump rather than Kanye. He accuses whoever he’s addressing of having bought a house [dreaded n-word], and it doesn’t make sense that Kanye could buy himself. When Jay says “my house bigger than yours,” presumably he’s referring to the White House. He stops just short of comparing Beyoncé favorably to Melania, and I wonder if that’s because Melania recently got implants.
I might take some time to reflect on that this weekend.
Take it easy on yourself,