You guys...This is Beyond me.

Y'all...

Y'all...

Man...

I...it's not fair and it's not right. I told myself I wouldn't cry because I don't think...no I know Nipsey wouldn't have wanted any of the people he inspired to waste time on tears. He would want us to get active. So I did a good job yesterday and today until I got ready for bed...and now I'm sobbing because pain, grief, all those things are no good inside. They're poisonous. I think I'm crying not only for his loss of life and for his family but for the music and the spirit.

Let's be clear, a lot of people fucking suck and he just was not one of those people. You ever just appreciate someone's character and what they stand for. That was a man that stood on his own ten toes and believed in himself and his people. People like that are rare because they make people feel something. And the music...again, let's be clear Nip was on my fucking Zune too. A storyteller was what he was. A lyricist, a wordsmith. He could make you feel something and how amazing and painful it is to know that he is still making US feel something, even in death?

It's hurting me that I even am writing another one of these rest peacefully post because I just fucking wrote one for Mac. And the fact they were cool is BLOWING MINE. I'm tired. I'm not about to go into a long deep thing because words can't capture what I feel. I'm just tired and I'm sad. That's it....sometimes that's all you can be.

I hope you saw how much your impact was felt while you were here...