We did a whole lot of jumping last week – ski-bunny jumps, front jumps, jumping burpees – and I intended to put up a quick post today about how great it is to jump.  We jump for joy. When excited, we jump in feet first.  We of a certain age show Southside Atlanta pride with some Kriss Kross Jump Jump.  When hopelessly besotted, we jump the broom. When it’s a good day, we jump out of bed.

But then, this: MTV reports today that Lupe Fiasco Might Retire After Friction with Chief Keef.  Something about Chief Keef tweeting that Lupe is a “?x*@ c*&!  a** x!#!>%:!! “ and a “#*@*&#?!” and a “!*$&#!@!” and also a “ax2 + bx + c = 0”. Oh wait, Chief Keef did not call Lupe Fiasco a quadratic equation or a mathematical formula of any sort.

But whatever Chief Keef did tweet apparently got Lupe so upset, he declared he’s done with hip hop.  To which I wailed…

Noooooooo, Lupe, don’t go!

Because if I were young, black, male, raised up in Chicago, 15 years younger, and had stunning musical and lyrical talent – in other words, if I were me, but completely different – I would be Lupe Fiasco. Or at least Lupe when he was Wasalu Muhammad Jaco,the tender hearted, politically down, bespectacled sweetie bumpkin pie who loves Benny Goodman.

Lupe quitting Lupe isn’t about mean texts from 17-year old Chief Keef, of course. In the video embedded in the MTV story, you can see Lupe breaking down crying as he watches a video taken six years earlier of his neighborhood in Chicago.  He takes a while to collect himself, then explains “you feel hopeless, you know, it’s a terrible thing, I see it everywhere…you gonna die for something that is worthless…to see that so real, it hurts a lot.”

That was last month.  Lupe’s line of thought/feeling apparently persisted.  Earlier this week, 18-year old rapper Lil JoJo was shot dead in Chicago. Chief Keef’s response was: “Hahahahahahaha… It’s sad cuz … JoJo wanted to be jus like us #LMAO.”

A day later, Lupe on a radio interview said he was scared of the “culture he [Keef] represents,” meaning the way young black men are killing each other in Chicago, Oakland and New Orleans and, apparently, laughing their asses off about it.

Keef tweeted something to Lupe that is unprintable in this family blog.  Lupe responded,

“I cant go 4 that @ChiefKeef & i cant let the people i love, including you my ni–a, go 4 that either. We kings not f—ing savages and goons. i love u lil bruh @ChiefKeef… i really really do from the bottom of my f—ing heart.”

Other harshness ensued, from Keef. Finally, Lupe tweeted: “This album will probably be my last…my heart is broken and i see no comfort further along this path only more pain. I cannot participate any longer in this…”

Lupe Fiasco, it seems, is flat out heartbroken for being disregarded and attacked by the people he most ferociously loves.  Born out of unrequited love, Lupe’s heartbreak has something in common with Frank Ocean’s heartache.

So what Lupe is doing is jumping ship.

For that, I’m not mad.  When something or someone just isn’t loving you back, sometimes jumping ship is exactly the right thing to do.  Even when – especially when – that ship is one you thought you were on for the long haul because you love it so damned much.

Lupe ended his night of tweets with this:

“My first true love was literature so i will return to that…lupe fiasco ends here…”

Go on, Lupe. Jump, jump.


Queerfitters, there’s some more jumping tomorrow, so wear good shoes. 10:00 sharp just north of the Inman Park/Reynoldstown MARTA station.  As always, feel free to bring friends, enemies, or offspring.  Our go-around question as we stretch will be: is there something in your life for which it’s time for you to jump ship?

Until then:

Lupe Fiasco’s End of the World, an anthem for Occupy Wall Street.  Lupe Fiasco, American Terrorist.  And Bitch Bad, setting off one of Kanye West’s tweet sprees, opening up (kind of) a discussion (kind of) about misogyny.  (You know the QueerFit rules for video links: if you click the link, stand up and do squats for as long as you’re watching.)