When Life Hits Hard and Hearts Get Heavy: My Thoughts on Lip, Justice, and the Fragility of Life

Talking about Lip’s situation… y’all, I just can’t get it off my mind. It’s been weighing heavy on my heart. The reports coming out are so vague—it’s like they’re being real careful about what they say. They didn’t go into much detail, which I find really odd, but they did mention that whatever happened took place early in the morning. They called it a serious assault—something that’s considered a felony. That’s no small thing. And according to the police report, there was mention of a weapon being involved—either a knife or a gun.

Now listen, before we jump to conclusions, let’s not forget—he’s still innocent until proven guilty. He hasn’t even had his day in court yet. So let’s keep that same energy we’d want if it was someone we loved in his shoes.

I’ve also been seeing a lot of videos about him and Production. Whew, y’all… I don’t really know Production like that, never had a personal connection. But I’ve been hearing some not-so-pretty stuff about him lately. People are saying he has this dark side, and some folks online are claiming that even his family confirmed certain accusations are true. I don’t know if that’s fact or gossip—but for me, they’re still just accusations until something solid comes out.

But still… my mind keeps going back to Lip. I can’t stop thinking about it. Like today—while I was sitting at my appointment, trying to focus—I kept seeing his face in my head, wondering what really happened in that moment. What was he thinking? What was going through his heart? Was he scared? Angry? Lost?

Lately, I’ve been watching all these crime shows—stuff about couples, fiancés even, where someone snaps right after a proposal or following a baby shower. It’s chilling. You start thinking… these people were just celebrating life—and then, in an instant, it’s gone. That kind of darkness is real, and it’s scary.

And the thing that hurts the most? So many people are leaving this earth too soon. We’re talking about folks in their 30s, 40s, 50s. Y’all, 40 is young. Fifty is still young. Even if you pass at 60, it still feels too early.

If someone tells me they lost a loved one at 70 or 75, I can breathe a little easier. I think, “Okay, they got to live a full life.” That’s a blessing. That’s what the Bible says too—getting to 70 is already a gift. Anything less than that, and you feel like their story got cut short. Like there were pages missing from the book of their life.

I’ve been praying more lately. I said, “Lord, if it’s Your will, let me live to see 70… or even more. Let me see my grandbabies grow up. Let me keep loving and living with purpose. Let me have the time to leave a legacy.”

Because life is fragile. And when stuff like this happens, it’s a reminder that we really don’t know how much time we’ve got. So we gotta love harder, forgive faster, and pray stronger.