Sans Condon

First of all, I would like to say Ramadan Mubarak to all who participate and I believe Happy Eid as well.

Disclaimer: This article is intended to be regarded for entertainment purposes and is not to be used as considerable influence.

Amid recent city wide lift of quarantine in Oklahoma City due to COVID-19 pandemic, I received an invitation from an older associate and longtime friend whom I had not seen for quite some time (2+ years).

I was coming off a shift at my local place of employment (s/o OAK CITY) when the request to come shoot a music video that night on the North-East side of the city to which I obliged.

And I was asked to bring an item I had recently been using as an artistic medium in content I had released as of late:

Coming almost immediately from work, through the trials and tribulations of modern transport and communication, I found myself on the North-East side at least an hour later without the aforementioned item.

Eventually I was welcomed by my associate as his invitee to the gathering of a sizable network of local artists.

I thought it was complimentary that this associate of mine was wearing a red Michael Jordan, Chicago Bull’s Jersey given his namesake and the timely release of Jordan’s documentary debut.

I, on the other hand was wearing an outfit of contrast—which was essentially the same as the picture below, except in a white Dossier T (of a different font since it’s 1 of 1) and black skate high Vans (with ultra cushion).

While in no rush to begin filming, I was quickly introduced to surrounding guests and even made some introductions of my own, which brought me to the kitchen where I was reintroduced to the common custom of paraphernalia and comradery.

I came into contact with an individual I will refer to from now on as ‘Riverside’.

The two of us exchanged information about geography and occupation as one naturally does upon first meet.

Riverside was a recent migrant from LA (a place I also have history and relations), donned in red.

Eventually the conversation grew to be more involved than the two of us and began to take place outside.

As time passed I came to understand not only the depth of his rolling but that Riverside had a profound understanding of rudimentary life principles that could be explained at base as “simplicity is key.”

As the night went on and conversation passed from circle to circle and A to B, I found myself in conversation with someone who claimed a set of “p*r*” in Louisiana.

I will continue to refer to this person as “L’s” throughout the continuation of this article.

L’s elaborated his stance on the word “slime” and it’s use between industry artists like Weezy F and Thugger.

In this, he referenced an interview Weezy did for Revolt TV.

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What I didn’t seem to comprehend was the apparent rift between those in the industry and those more often in the streets.

Although this is my first article, this is yet another interaction of mine with people who I consider to be a purist of some sort.

In my eyes, Purists maintain that there can only ever be coexistence. Never unity.

With phrases like “They’ve got their own thing,” and “Keep that over there.”

There doesn’t seem to be much of any malicious intend behind it. It’s more of a separation, a divide and a difference in opinion that haunted me so much so that I felt the need to write an article about it.

My main concern is that it feels like there are those who focus prosperity through maintaining peace while there are those who may attempt to focus war through the misguided youth of their movement.

It makes me wonder.

There’s a fundamental drawback to co-opting a movement and watching it split.

I feel like it’s bound to create resentment when you break up people into groups like soldiers and kings.

You may have those who value opportunities during peace and those who focus and operate based on rules forged by the fashion of war.

Thank you and remember to

HAND IAN THE AUX.