Today is: Monday
Today’s Rating: 5
Time Right Now: 6:49PM
Last Beverage: Water
Last Song Heard: Have It Your Way – Red Cafe ft. Drake
Time for a TOT:
Almost anyone who knows who Lil Wayne is, can tell you a few details about him. They can say he is a rapper, they can say he has a lot of tattoos and they also might mention the styrofoam cup he is usually clutching.
The media and fans alike have speculated about just what Weezy is sipping every time we see him in public with one of those cups. They know that Wayne has thrown us plenty of hints through his verses. “I like my Sprite Easter-pink,” he rapped on DJ Khaled’s “We Takin’ Over.” More pointedly, he declared “weed and syrup till I die” on “Duffle Bag Boy,” a collaboration with Atlanta’s Playaz Circle.
During a concert in Newark, New Jersey, Wayne explained to the audience that sipping syrup — a combination made up of promethazine and codeine, which is supposed to be prescribed by doctors for severe colds and pneumonia — is a part of the culture in the South (although Philadelphia is also notorious for syrup).
“I’ve been criticized for the things I chose and things I’ve chosen to do,” he said at the show. “What I tell ‘em?” The sample from “I Feel Like Dying” kicked in, and a shirtless Wayne shook his dreads as thousands of fans sang along. “If you do what the fuck you wanna do, say yeah!” he yelled.
Wayne has said he’s been hearing about how he needs to cut back on syrup more than ever in the wake of Pimp C’s death in December. The UGK member’s death was ruled accidental and due to a deadly combination of syrup and his sleep-apnea condition. Pimp was the most prominent name in the hip-hop community to have a syrup-related death, although Houston MC Big Moe and the legendary DJ Screw have also had their untimely passings tied to syrup consumption. Pimp’s partner Bun B recently went public and called the popularity of syrup — also known as “lean,” “Texas tea” and “drank” — in the South an “epidemic” and said anyone who uses it may want to take a long look at themselves.
“No, he hasn’t talked to me,” said Wayne, sitting in his tour bus in his native New Orleans, about Bun, a longstanding friend of the Cash Money Millionaires family. “But I’m going through that same shit with my friends, with my mom. Everybody wants me to stop all this and all that. It ain’t that easy.”
Weezy said he can’t just quit cold turkey.
“Do your history, do your research,” he vented. “It ain’t that easy — feels like death in your stomach when you stop doing that sh–. You gotta learn how to stop, you gotta go through detox. You gotta do all kinds of stuff. Like I said, I’m a selfish-ass nigga. I feel like everything I do is successful and productive. It’s gonna be hard to tell me I’m slipping. It’s hard to sit and tell a nigga ‘Stop.’ Fuck, how can we tell this nigga to stop when every fucking thing he do is successful? This nigga is making progress. He just went and talked to kids and that shit was amazing. Feel me? So what am I doing wrong?”
“Let me do me. Everybody’s got their thing,” he continued with frustration. “Why focus on me? Don’t compare me to no one. Don’t compare me to no one who has passed, and why they passed. I can walk out this bitch right now and get hit by a bus. Don’t judge me. You wanna judge me, put on a black gown and get a gavel. Get in line with the rest of them that’s about to judge me. I got court dates every other month. It’s me against the world — that’s how I feel.”
Wayne’s disappointment, especially with the way he’s been getting frowned upon by the people closest to him, has been festering for weeks. He says his folks — both his inner circle and his associates — have been telling him to chill ever since he got arrested in Yuma, Arizona, on weapons and drug charges — charges he has steadfastly denied. Wayne feels he has no sanctuary.
“I don’t escape. I don’t,” he said coldly, looking out the window with a thousand-yard stare. “I’m too shelled-in by it. It’s in my own circle. Everybody around here be looking down. I deal with it. … I never been one to run. I stand there and take it and throw it right back at them bitches. That’s’ always been my game.”
Admittedly, the negative opinions about the controversy surrounding him has added fuel to his fire, both in and out of the studio. However, even the “Fireman” says he can explode after awhile.
“It’s inspiring me, but I’mma tell them now they better stop,” he warned. ”Cause they [are trying to] push me off the edge. If I jump, I’m taking the world with me. That’s my word.”
Of course, before going to jail he had stated that he “put the cup down for a minute”. There are many arguments as to what made him do this.
Personally, I believe he stopped with syrup because of jail time, and because he would have to do the detox before going in if he didn’t want to feel the pains of the withdrawl while serving his sentence.
Perhaps he might even start drinking it again once he is out of jail, after all, it is a part of Southern culture.
Just a Thought On Today.
