PenUpGirl
Caution: High levels of Dot riding below.
Those who know…already know what the topic is…he took the pen out the grenade…
Not K out here Dotting eyes. Not Mr. Lamar adding a silencer…to the barrel of his pen…for those who keep cutting up. Not Kenny out here channeling the Ancestors and serenading my soul…on the same album. Not my fantas…ok I’m done. I haven’t heard anyone else’s voice in the last 48 hours…because my ear canals were too busy transporting waves of word play to my pineal gland. And…I’m still riding. I hate being that girl that does the most on this topic because when I do…I always feel the groupie glitch. But…my double G’s are pushed up…sitting pretty…and on full display. Every time I listen to GNX I feel like I’m reading Kendrick’s diary. The way he articulates his thoughts…pays homage to his intellect. Which makes me jealous of his mind because…it gets to hear the fullness of his inner voice. It’s not fair and I honestly don’t care how illogical I sound for wanting to be a part of those conversations. Am I this irrational with my partner when I’m in a relationship? If he’s mine I want his mind too.—-Why don’t I care that I sound crazy af rig…………..I’m not taking any follow up questions.
I will forever believe that it’s hypocritical to try and teach…if you haven’t been a student in the subjects you’re speaking on. Kendrick spoke on vulnerability, business acumen, community guidelines, fatherhood, love, disappointment, disrespect, pride, honor, humility, competition, family, friendship, respect, etc etc etc. None of these subjects would have hit the way they did if he wasn’t using his life experiences as the textbook that he’s teaching from. He’s a prophet. Which means he was sent here to live through…what God needs him to help others like him cope with…when they go on their own journey. GNX, IMO, is a triple entendre that symbolizes the generation who crashed out before teaching our generation how to drive through our journey…the year of the car represents when he came out the womb “az a ridah”…and the car is the personification of KDot steering those coming behind him in the right direction. I’m confused on how I’m supposed to see/hear all this…without fangirl’ing. That’s too much pressure so…let me have this release.
It wouldn’t be a win if there wasn’t unwarranted commentary from the other side…mad that their behavior exposed the difference between a hit dog…and a big one. Tragic. Kendrick brought out the ‘Keisha’s’ and all it took was a display of what real growth looks like. I won’t pretend that I’m not biased because I picked a side a long time ago. But I wouldn’t be over here if his words weren’t aligned with his actions. He’s learning his lessons and bringing his audience the wisdom that he unlocks every time he reaches his next level. Those who have the ears to hear are learning the plays…and those who aren’t there yet are ingesting the seeds he’s planting that will sprout when it’s their time. This album is the maturation of menace and a study guide on how to stay in the lane God put you in. It’s the kind of art that doesn’t depreciate…but also has no resale value because you can’t put a price on it. He’s letting his pen do the talking which is giving nostalgia because this is how it was before social media tricked these artists into trying to sway public opinions with tattoo tears. I’m here for the reset.
“‘Member when you caught that body and still wiggled through that sentence” sent me…straight to Noah’s Ark.
Respectfully,
Choosy
