Listen. All this talk about Jay Z needing to give it up and trying to hold him some imaginary contract of retirement is really annoying (it doesn’t keep me up nights, mind you. Not like my student loans, world hunger, young US troops coming back with missing limbs for a ridiculous oil-driven war, whether my screenplay will sell, etc.). Let the man come back and do his thing. Haven’t you ever done something you loved so much that it’s hard to let go? And I’m not talking about another person (mind exit the gutter). I’m talking about you finding your path towards self satisfaction. Some talent that has given you the ability to pull yourself up from your meager background and see the world while putting money in your pocket beyond anything any of your ancestors (from drunk Uncle Bobby to your great great great runaway slave grandfather Josiah) could ever fathom? A hundred or so years ago black people couldn’t even gather without getting beat. Now you want to diss somebody because they can’t leave what they love alone? I vote for less “This Is Why I’m Hot” and more “What More Can I Say.” What am I talking to you guys for? Show of hands how many bought the new Kweli joint…you bums.

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This is my 100th post! Pass the BRUT! Tilt ya bowler hats back!