There are only two female singers that you are allowed to listen to if you are a hardcore rapper. The first is Mary J. Blige, because she is a ‘hood princess. The other is Sade, because she can make the song cry (and we all know that real thugs ain’t allowed to shed no tears). I remember listening to a Sade album one time after I broke off my relationship with my bottom chick. By the end of the album I was ready to slit my wrists and sit in my warm water filled bathtub. I nearly committed a Sadecide.
Suicide is no fuxing joke my friends and neither are the smooth groove downtempo sounds of a Sade album. Her angelic voice mixed with lyrics about longing and loss are enough to tug any thug’s heartstrings. The scary shit is that Suicide kills more people than homicide. True story. And the worst and most painful suicide is the one that is committed after listening to the Sade ‘Promise’ album.
I loved Maureen. Too bad I am never going to see her again. She not going to meet my new friends. This is why it is never as good as the first time. Sade reminds me that life is just fuxed the fux up. And the sweetest things? They are taboo too. I can’t stand it anymore I’m going to kill myself. Luckily for me is the fact that I have a low pain threshold and I don’t enjoy viewing my own blood. Otherwise I might would commit me some Sadecide.
So with her latest album about to drop I am girding myself emotionally for the supple vocals of Helen Folasade Adu. If you folks don’t see any drops from me for a few days have Combat Jack stop by my crib and check in on me, just in case I’ve fallen asleep and got my headphones wire wrapped around my neck.