When I first saw the initial reports of D12 rapper Proof's capping in a dingy Detroit nightclub...on Eight Mile Road...at 4:30 am ...I was all like, "Dang, that's tight - wrong place, wrong time'. After all, we know that there can't be a safer place to be than a dingy Detroit nightclub on Eight Mile Road at 4:30 am (unless Charles Barkley is up in that piece). Now as details slowly percolate up, it seems the real reason behind Proof's violent demise was his own temper or his desire to make sure he 'kept it real' and lived up to his thug soldier rap persona...I know, y'all - no one said most rappers were bright since many of those knuckleheads seem to prefer a dirt nap in the boneyard to doing something positive with the ridiculously lucky breaks they are handed (should they be popular enough to sell some CDs or hook up as part of the entourage of someone who is...).
Pre-school Proof could have been living lavish without working at all. He was in like Flint with his mentor Eminem and with Kim back out on the curb, he likely could have moved into Em's crib and saved a few more ducets off the fat stack he was sponging. But nooooooooo, Pre-School Proof had to be all brody and start some static in a dingy Detroit nightclub on Eight Mile Road at 4:30 am. The end result - one to the dome, two to the chest and a dirt nap. Dang - hate it when that happens.
Now I did catch a bit of Fade To Black - the Jay-Z documentary about his 'last' concert and it only points to the fact that if you use the sense God gave you, you can parlay your good fortune into more good fortune. Jay-Z, Diddy, y'all know the tune. Seems to be a pretty obvious choice to me - Beyonce...one to the dome, two to the chest and a dirt nap...Beyonce...one to the dome, two to the chest and a dirt nap. Did I mention that most rappers aren't too bright?Peace@Least,
Tyrone
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