Are You Okay Shad?
Someone needs to do a welfare check on Bow Wow because I'm seriously concerned. I'm more concerned than when he tried to tell us that we couldn't call him Bow Wow anymore. Something's going over there in that home, and someone needs to check on him. It's obvious to me that he's standing in the need of prayer, and none of ya'll want to acknowledge it. The warriors need to start speaking peace in this man's life, and they need to do it in tongues! El-Shadi Father!
Recently, Shad Moss, or the artist formally known as Lil Bow Wow, was performing at a concert when he felt the need to scream at a crowd, "I had that bitch first!" The bitch in question is Ciara. Sigh. One day we're going to have a serious conversation about the absolute hatred that some black men have for Ciara because when they're asked the question, "who hurt you?", they have no choice but to answer "Ciara, when she left my dumb ass." However, like I said, that's a conversation for another day.
It's 2019. I don't know who in the blue hell is booking Shad Moss for a concert, especially when you can't even advertise him as Lil' Bow Wow. Was Ja Rule in charge? Was it a throwback party? Personally, if Dem Franchize Boyz ain't there performing the "I Think They Like Me" remix, you can keep it. I can think of 10 better ways to spend 40 minutes of life then wasting my time at Shad Moss concert. I could watch paint dry, watch Marianne Williamson make white people apologize to random black people, or, even better, figure out why the fuck Bonnie couldn't get over her guilt like the rest of the white women in Season 2 of Big Little Lies. See, all better options than watching Bow Wow trying to perform "Outta My System" without T-Pain.
And if that wasn't enough, a few days later, Shad Moss decided to take to Instagram to body shame Wendy Williams. He used the fact that she verbally dragged him, rightfully, on her show for calling Ciara a bitch. Instead of finding the clout that he was so rightfully searching for in this endeavor, he ended up looking as nothing more than living proof that 'hurt people, hurt people'. It's 2019, sir. If you're going to roast somebody, you need to come harder than saying "ooh, she got a bad body", especially when it comes to Wendy Williams. It's lazy, pathetic, and I expected something better.
Maybe Shad is going through an identity crisis triggered by Mona Scott Young asking if he would like to join Love & Hip Hop. (I honestly have no clue whether Mona has reached out to Bow Wow, but if there's anything to send your emotions and self-esteem in a spiral, it's a phone call from her.) There's no more 106 & Park, Snoop Dogg has replaced him with Martha Stewart, and Ray J, of all people, seems to be living a better life than him right now. Maybe he's pissed that he couldn't get on the Millennium Tour along with the rest of the broken remainders of my childhood. Maybe, just maybe, he's pissed off because there's been 15 The Fast & The Furious Movies and his character is the only one who hasn't been reintroduced to the franchise. Who knows?
What I do know is that he needs to sit his ass down somewhere. No one is checking for you Bow Wow, and maybe that's what his problem really is at the end of the day. Instead of keeping women's names in your mouth, he should be putting pen to the sheets to figure out where his next check is going to come from. Heaven forbid if he has a repeat of 2012 and he has to go on national television to say that he only has $10 in his bank account. That "Growing Up Atlanta" check isn't going to last forever, especially if Jermaine Dupri keeps talking out of the side of his neck like he has these past few weeks. Shad, go get yourself together, give your brain a bath, go to church, start listening, and get on the right path. Or keep showing your ass in these social media streets. It's your choice.
