Brehs...he's gone
. When majority of the brain is gone, its a wrap. I'm over here entirely fukked up because I grew up on listening to the man. This dude defined my adolescence. I remember it like it was yesterday when I got a copy of "It's Dark and Hell is Hot" and some Bugle Boy jeans. I put that jawn into my busted up 3 cd player stereo and played that bytch until the cows came home. Learned every word, read every line, and recited every lyric imaginable.
Ruff Ryders Anthem was like a war cru for the block to strengthen up and do what you gotta do to survive. This man defined what black empowerment was. He defined what black strength and masculinity was. Sadly, the demons of his past life and the woes of stardom ended up eating dude alive.
This shyt reminds me of the movie Mr. Holland's Opus where dude found out that John Lennon was shot. He cried and was in a morbid state. That's how I'm feeling now because I said a few months ago that there was going to be a artist that will passed which will crushed The Coli....sadly it was the Dog