Hate the game

Kansas City’s 87th homicide was yet another local rapper. Earlier, TV news reported that his death was a case of mistaken identity but it seems now that the shooting was a case of “perceived disrespect.”

The shooting ends the kid’s rap career. Unless, like Tupac, he’s able to record tracks from beyond the grave at a much more prolific pace than while he was living. Channel 9 has been trumpeting “Exclusive Video” of the kid rapping in his basement and touting his record deal. I don’t know which label he was signed to but let’s just assume that some Jewish guy is gonna be bummed for a half a week until the next chump . . . Err, I mean . . . rapper comes along.

The murder of Fat Tone along with this kid marks the bloodiest year ever for KC rappers. It’s unknown whether this will translate into greater CD sales. White kids seem to latch on to every negative stereotype concerning Black people; so this KC Black on Black violence should go over as big as that early 90’s fad where teenagers carved their names and other stupid shit into their hair. Only time will tell if all of the blood spilled upon KC streets will earn the kind of “credibility” that gangsta rappers so desperately desire. Is it wrong to hope for something good to come from the death of all these Black kids? I mean something more substantial than the advancement of Alvin Brooks’ political career or the spike in candle sales due to all the (pointless) vigils in this town.