Fuck every rapper in jail. All of those fools with habits. Any of those dudes fakin’ the funk for publicity stunts.
I fucks with Yola, pause.
Yola’s captivated my attention since he stepped on the scene. Gutter raps (think Boosie with an Atlanta twang to his words) & a level of energy that surpassed most. So last year when he caught a hot one in the face, I hoped that he would recover. More than entertainment, Yola’s story of homelessness & hustling is all well documented. It was understood that he was/is so was passionate on the mic because it’s all he has. With his mouthpiece being his vessel, an incident like that held crucial bearing towards his future.
My wishful thinking prayed the young brother would get his act together, avoiding the predatory nature & allure of the same streets that he rhymed about. He kept talking, even while in the hospital with his mouth wired up. And now, I think it’s safe to assume he’s making music again, evidenced by this latest mixtape.
Glad to have you back, Yola. Keep talkin’ that shit.