I have a lot to say about Heavy D...
...but literally can’t get it all to flow properly. I've started, stopped, edited, deleted, etc… I'm so frustrated at myself right now because I usually can't shut up about things that mean something to me. Yet now... I feel mentally scrambled.
All I can say at this point is that I’m extremely sad over his passing because I love hip hop. I love it so much because while I was living with an abusive step-father, rap music was one of my escapes. It was my favorite escape because it helped me realize who I was.
I was paid in full.
I was tougher than leather.
I was bigger and deffer.
I was straight out the jungle.
I was a smooth operator.
I was a rebel without a pause.
I was a 100 miles and runnin’.
I was a brand new funk.
I was three feet high and rising.
I was one for all.
I was all souled out.
I was still number one.
I was strictly business.
But above all else… I was from money earnin’ Mount Vernon. I had more bounce. I had my own thang. I let it flow. I was in the mood for love. I was flexin’. I was dedicated. I was mr. big stuff.
I was big tyme and living large.
And the dude living right across town made sure I knew it.
In ten days, I expect to complete my 40th year in this form. Had it not been for Heavy’s contribution to my mental and emotional peace 20 years ago, I have no idea where I would be right now.
Thank you very much, Dwight.
~ Russell Merritt