If Mannie Fresh mentioned your lifestyle or occupation on the intro of a Cash Money record, you are the intended audience.
Four words do not make a man racially identifiable. His musical tastes and skin tone are not clear indicators either. When it comes to Dakota Prescott, we already know this is the case.
The original title was offensive so I changed it.
A Renaissance is coming to Oak Cliff, and Taylor Toynes and the For Oak Cliff community center are two of its driving forces. What began as a small school supply drive in the former teacher’s classroom has since grown into a full-scale community center whose programs have garnered the attention of Mark Zuckerberg, J. Cole, Bay Bay, and the late rapper Nipsey Hussle. But beyond the glitz and glamour, Taylor has one goal: Liberate Oak Cliff from systemic oppression.
There’s something about that feeling you get when you’re with your people, singing your favorite R&B songs, reminiscing and shaking off the stress of a long week. Something that shouldn’t be limited to just a section of a DJ’s set. On this Saturday, April 20, The Set is coming to Dallas with one rule: All R&B, All Night.
I can’t write this letting anger win, not on the first beautiful Dallas day we’ve had in weeks. Not on Women’s Day. It’s not a 3:30 service attached to it, but let’s praise the queens today. I’mgonna try my best to do it my way despite that derivative emotion lingering.
My Father used to tell me, “Life is going to kick you in your ass.” Just like that, every bit of bluntness you can imagine. We must first, develop an acquaintanceship with our pain, fears and problems. We need to get completely comfortable with what we find uncomfortable about ourselves and our journey. The embracing of these issues will eventually give us the callous mentality that’s a necessity when facing the painful bullshit life hurls our way.
Can I be honest?
The past few weeks have been heavy in my world. A lot of push and pull, and trying to figure out why certain things refuse to come together while other things continue to fall apart. This week was the first time I recognized it for what it really was:
Sometimes our plans don’t pan out because we’d never step into what we’re actually supposed to be doing if things were shaping up how we wanted. We’d never take hold of the best our lives have to offer because we’d be so comfortable with lives, careers, relationships, and plans that are just, well . . . decent. Even when it doesn’t feel quite right.
So on this Friday I’m grateful that God isn’t letting me stay comfortable enough to settle for decent, even though it’s been uncomfortable in the in-between.
Ah, yes! #FeelsLikeFriday is back on Kenny and he has a lot to say!
“As I waited patiently through the weeks to talk to y’all again, I thought long and hard about what I could’ve possibly shared with y’all that would stretch beyond the surface. See, for all of you who don’t know, I’m moved on inspiration and often times, self-reflection is the-trigger that gets me going. This week, that self-reflection met me in a way that I definitely wasn’t prepared for.”
Before Drake was known for providing the anthems to our summers each year, and before there was an Instagram to use his lyrics as captions for, the project spoke to young, Black kids in college as we tried to get money we never had and the attention we always wanted, doing it all for the cities that made us—especially those of us from Texas.
Simpler times. The best kind of nostalgia.