I still feel a chill lingering from March 31’st. After reading and hearing the news my mind went into a worldwind. “Artist Nipsey Hussle Slain,” even writing it now doesn’t feel real. It’s almost hard to read the words. Being a LA native it feels so close to home, it feels like family. It has been on my mind since the moment I heard the news. I took to social media to express a few feelings and all I saw on every timeline was words of disbelief, hurt, and mourning.
A Black Man, a father, a family man, a man working to bring wealth back to his community, and a man actually making a positive impact in his community was stolen from the world.
Was stolen from Los Angeles. Some may not understand his impact or may not have listened to his music, but this was a Man that committed his life to his community, no matter how ugly or damaged it was. He invested into buying back his community, making it better, spreading knowledge and wisdom, and changing the culture as we know it in LA. March 31’st we were robbed of all of that greatness.
Now, LA is a city that is always sunny, but stings of cold. The cold winter of loss. We cannot let his legacy die. LA native or not. We must give back and actively work to better our communities. We must continue to fight all things that plague our communities. Most importantly we must educate and spread knowledge.
Lastly, sending love and positivity to all that knew Nipsey and all that are affected by his death. Most importantly his family and children. My heart is with all of them.