#FirstBlackChamp Podcast: The Girl Cool But Fawk Dude

We recap NXT Takeover and how “War Games wasn’t really War Games. We also give our Survivor Series Predictions and tell you why Phill Brooks would get beat up by a Crackhead on this weeks #FirstBlackChamp Podcast!

A Flower Growing In Darkness…

If I could tell you my feelings right now
It would be a flower growing in darkness
Something that’s unbelievable
But beautiful if you ever seen it

Growing in the silence of the night
With no sun to feed it’s luster
Yet in the dead of night I shine

Living as only I can
Consuming the nocturnal atmosphere
I bloom in the moonlight
In effort to give life to a better day

Many will never understand
The flower that grew in darkness
They won’t admire or tell a soul
To know a flower growing in darkness
Is to see the beauty when it’s not as visible

So, What’s Right?

The days seem really long. Even as I’m being productive, I worry. Worry that I’m not doing enough or doing the right things. Then again I’m not sure what to do. I’m not even sure who to talk to. To my knowledge no one I know has been in my position before. If they have, they haven’t shared it with me.

Trying to find the right balance of life right now. I want to go all in when this book is ready for print, but I am now thinking how is that possible if I am holding down a 50 hour a week job? How do you live when you know what you want to do and it interferes with what you have to do? Why does it feel like I’m standing still?

I want to and I am attempting to do all of the “right things”. However, no one around me can deny that the “right way things” aren’t paying off to my benefit right now. When I say “right way things” I mean getting a nice secure job and working for a check. I’m going to pray a little longer tonight after I read my goals. A breakthrough has to be on the way and fortunately, I have nothing else to do, but be patient. It’s crazy cause every time I thought I had next to nothing, a little more was taken from me. Now I really got to start focusing on everything I do have so I can gain in abundance.

Mindset training has been the ultimate challenge for me. I try everyday though, so I can always lean on that. I’m prepared for any new sacrifice to get the life I desire. Because I was designed to flourish, not get by.

Let’s End Hip-Hop’s Role In Drug Culture

This morning I’ve been reading about the passing of an artist by the name of “Lil Peep. He died of an overdose before his concert. The information that’s out there is that he posted a pic on IG that stated he was “Off 6 Xans” and it appears that is the last actual post from him before being rushed to the hospital where he would later die. It’s a sad string of events. This young guy was only 21. I had honestly never heard of him before today, but his numbers reflect that he was extremely popular and loved by many. Post Malone and Juicy J to name a couple. Now the music I heard had me thinking he was more Linkin Park or Limp Bizkit, but they he’s identified as a rapper. I’ll run with it for the sake of arguing at an ill time. My greatest concern is this new era of Drug Culture in hip-hop that has gone way too far.

When I was a teen and in my early 20’s, Rappers smoked weed. The smoked weed and sold cocaine, pills and other street drugs. It was never cool to use or abuse drugs. Truth be told a lot of the rappers didn’t really promote weed usage until Snoop, Cypress Hill and Redman got popping and even then it was rare for it to be glamorized or sensationalized. Also at that time there wasn’t so many strains of weed and names and potencies back then. Now, I’m totally confused. Rappers abuse prescription pills, do coke, heroine, sip lean excessively and lace weed. They also call themselves rock stars which raises more questions about what culture they are truly embracing.

No matter what’s it’s sad. Hip-Hop runs the world right now, but many youth are dying or killing themselves slowly with this drug culture that is stronger than ever. It’s what gives this beautiful thing called “Hip-Hop” a bad name. The real pioneers and OG’s of the culture spoke against doing a lot of drugs in song and in interviews. As the late great Prodigy of Mobb Deep said “It just goes to show it’s no respect for the OG’s”. I don’t smoke, but through research I don’t think weed is a “bad drug”. Pills, lean, cocaine and heroine got to go! Drinking is legal but it’s also something I wouldn’t recommend in high volume.

I pray for this new youth. The youth that are experiencing destitute, anxiety and depression. The ones who have watched their friends die from overdose or from violence in the streets. The kids that are being bullied and don’t know if the music or the drugs are truly helping them escape. It’s sad. I wish I could talk to some of them. Maybe even write them a letter. Let them know they are greater than their circumstance and to keep pushing. They have a gift and it’s important for them to be around to share it.

Pray for our youth. Reach out to one if you can. Let’s all do our part in separating the Drug Culture from Hip-Hop.

Front Seat

One day, you wake up and your child is in the front seat of the car headed to school and not the carseat in the back. It’s a bittersweet moment. Sweet because your baby girl is really your big girl now. She’s smiling and happy to finally be out of that carseat she hasn’t wanted to sit in for years. She’s reached her goal and is basking in her accomplishment. It’s bitter because a lot of time has flown by and although you’ve seen and done all you could, it’s no way to get the time back. You’re going to miss the days of looking in the rearview to check on her and ask her questions. That small, cute little voice in the back asking for Wendy’s, Popeye’s or Chick-fil-a. She won’t need you as much to get in and out of the car anymore. She’ll be doing it herself. You’re proud of her for simply growing, but you know you must find a new way for her to depend on you.

I look at my life in layers. One of the greatest things I’ve done with my life is help create life. A person that I know will be better than I ever could be. It’s rewarding, but I got to make sure I keep aiming high. I got to keep striving for great and extraordinary things. Because I know my daughter is capable of all that and more. It’s only a matter of time before she starts messing with my radio.