I’m an 80s baby. I grew up in Hip Hop’s classic era but I came of age listening to Cam’Ron, Jim Jones, and the rest of the Dipset conglomerate – or whatever they were. Now, the story is all about whatever they didn’t become – a group with a multimillion dollar deal and an album – and how everyone who was involved now feels about it. This is Black history, family. Why? Because the Diplomats damn near raised some of us. Some of those songs spoke deeply to our struggles, and our triumphs, and we resonate with these men. Watching Jim Jones cry like an abused wife was tough for a lot of us.
It’s active! I’m officially gonna be teaching a class on #selfpublishing, #creativewriting, #businessdevelopment, AND #knowledgeofself ALL ROLLED INTO ONE! And if you live in Atlanta, the class is FREE!
Why all this game, from ME, for free? Cause it’s me, not some 10%er (like the ones making they rounds now). Plus this is gonna be in the BEAUTIFUL, #afrikancentered Fulton Aviation Center where they support young Black and brown people for REAL.
That’s why I have to destroy some of the old me to build the life I now want to create for myself and our people. It took a LOT for to come out that fog, to bounce back from grief and deep depression, and to jump back into this world of service.