First, here’s a funny story. I was online around 9am, and Sneaky Pete hit me up.
“What is it that people do this early? I’ve already read the entire paper and Newsweek.”
Pete couldn’t sleep, so he just got up early and had no idea of what to do. I long for those days.
Anyway, it’s time to trip on foolish things in songs. This woman named Rihanna has won the most recent prize, easily topping previous winner Beyonce Knowles.
So Rihanna’s got this song called “Unfaithful.” It’s a typical “I’m wrong for cheatin on my man” song. Except she seems find herself to be a little more important than she actually is. Quoting…

I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don’t wanna hurt him anymore
I don’t wanna take away his life
I don’t wanna be…
a murderer
His trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don’t wanna do this
Anymore (anymore)

First, lemme say a little more about the song. It seems the protagonist really feels bad as she gets ready for dates with a dude that is not her man. FYI–it appears she lives with her man. But she’s gettin her hair did and all cute to roll out with her man on the side.
What kinda flaw pimpin is that? Who’s got the time to balance two relationships. That’s too much work. You’re a fool, you flaw pimp. Folks on the side are just that–folks on the side. Your game is atrocious, and you should be punished because of some clause that will be included in the pending G-Code.
But you know what? That doesn’t bother me. Why not? Because I’m pretty sure that if buddy knew the deal and wasn’t saying anything, he had a reason not to trip. It’s like a flip up of that old Johnnie Taylor song, “who’s makin love to yo old lady, while you was out makin love.” Dollars to donuts says he was on the horn the second shawty dipped out.
So with that in mind, I ask that Rihanna reconsider this whole euthanasia thing. First, I have a feeling this isn’t killing the dude teh way you think. I’m sure it didn’t feel good. I’ve been dipped out on before. It can be a little hard on the ego, especially when you’re young and still have faith in people.
(You’ll have to forgive me on that last one. Even though I’ve got a girlfriend now, I kinda reflexively say really jaded things. Hard habit to break. I now have faith in people. Still not but about two or three of you–including my mother–but some faith, yes.)
However, it never got so bad that I wanted somebody to take me out. Nossireebob.
She gets a great big Dubois for that one.
Who do you think you are, shawty? What do you do that’s so incredible? Did you have your first child on Sunday morning but still have dinner ready at 6? What?
For years, I’ve said that R&B songwriting coudl be as destructive as hip hop’s, and it could do so in more insidious ways. You really listen close to how most male/female relationships are discussed in R&B, and you realize that people really kinda have messed up views on the way things go. A lot of irrational recommendations and the likes.
And this level of self-importance makes me wanna earl.
But I promise buddy’s doing okay on his own. He’s working on his own song entitled, “She Thank She Slick.”