LIL DURK: The Voice Of Malice
Hopefully Durk Banks is spending his time reading.
There's a Reddit post of a party getting shot up in Chicago. Parties have been getting shot up in Chicago since the 1910's, it's a tradition. So why do I care?
Durk Banks, telling on himself
The video was removed for obvious reasons but it began with someone recording a party. About .5 seconds after pressing record an orchestra of gunfire starts off camera. From record to gunfire, three words are uttered. "You can't run..." Beethoven "When we shoot..." Mozart "And you can't run when we shooot..."

Garbage. Not only has he poisoned the minds of children around the world, you can't even enjoy a party because of this man. I remember when Chief Keef came out at 15 years old. I was witness to a few parties getting shot up to "Don't Like" alone. Chief Keef had kids, grew up, stopped putting his efforts into evil for monetary gain. Durk Banks(#827394765) is thirty some odd years old picking up jail calls from his daughter defending his pride by telling her that he's not in Protective Custody. He isn't protecting his child. He doesn't have custody of his child. Yet still the Lost Negro shows. Wealth has brought this evildoer nothing but misery. You almost feel bad for this father of a football team until you remember he DECIDED to stop coaching. A man who proclaims not to messing with a grown woman if he has had more than four sexual partners... showed his a** for his homeboys and will spend the rest of his life around three or four men.
When he was on top, you'd never imagine a fall like this. We must remember this is a child sleeping on a bathroom floor in Chicago, IL in the late 90's. One of my favorite Tupac lines is, "Somewhere inside my childhood, where this, my heart died." Durk Banks used his music career to make millions, poison children, and manipulate himself to believing he was still this forever damaged being. Countless hours in the studio repeating negative thoughts out loud and reliving traumatic experiences. We will never see a Durk Banks in a Tibetan robe coming back from a retreat "ova East." He never made that time for himself. Now, he'll wake up every day listening to some nigga telling him about a crime he committed while listening to Durk Banks' music. Hopefully before his Fajr prayer.

an un-righteous
a righteous.