Quick tangent, but related to Kanan: Famous is going through it, y’all. Famous is struggling with having killed somebody and put it in his music and that compels him to find a need to shed his demons, one of which is the fact that he knows Raquel put the gun in Kanan’s bag that got him hemmed up a few episodes back. As you can imagine, this information does not sit well with Kanan, who is now done with Famous for not only being a liability in the drug game but for also ALLOWING Raquel to put a gun in his bag … for money. Not for nothing, I’d be out on Famous for that, too.
Jukebox’s girl group is having some issues with leadership because nobody knows who the leader is, and the one who wants to be the leader isn’t fit for the role. I have to say, again, I promise you I am waiting for the moment (or moments) that turns Jukebox into the psychopathic human we knew in “Power.” Jukebox, while coming from a family of not-good people, seems to have a heart. She’s seen some things and been through some stuff but there’s still that bit of optimism and the belief that she’ll make it out. Whatever changed her was tragic and terrible. I’m almost afraid of getting to that part of the story.
Marvin continues to try to be a better human, and I love that for him. I cannot stress this enough. I also realize that maybe what changed Jukebox’s life for the worse has something to do with her father, Marvin, who is so likable now that he almost has to meet his end in the most tragic fashion possible.
Raquel tries to mend fences with Lou-Lou, who really wants nothing to do with her (neither does Kanan), and her selfish attempts send Lou-Lou back into drinking, which ends up with him CONFESSING TO SCRAP’S MOTHER THAT IT’S HIS FAULT THAT SCRAP’S DEAD. WHAT?!?!??!!?
Bruh. This dude Lou-Lou is trippin’. This cannot end well. Oh, and a small thing: Raquel wants back in the game.
Southside.
Panama Jackson is a columnist at theGrio. He writes very Black things, drinks very brown liquors, and is pretty fly for a light guy. His biggest accomplishment to date coincides with his Blackest accomplishment to date in that he received a phone call from Oprah Winfrey after she read one of his pieces (biggest), but he didn’t answer the phone because the caller ID said: “Unknown” (Blackest).
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