Skratchers…help me.

I’ve had a bipolar relationship with Drake since his debut album Thank Me Later dropped in 2010. I don’t know if I need a Drake intervention, rehab, or if I need to come out of the Drake closet (swag, sus, pause, swerve). Whatever the remedy I’m guessing it’s going to be inevitably emo.  All this came to a head after his great hosting job at this years ESPY’s.

All I have ever know of Drake were his radio hits. Almost always bangers. I will admit right now I have never listened to a full Drake album more than once. I give the man credit for his range, but his range, unfortunately, does not sit too well in my wheelhouse. Don’t get me wrong, this post is not a diss on our friend Aubrey Graham. He’s hit the entertainment holy trinity of acting (wheelchair acting is still acting), rapping/singing, and now comedy. He’s the poor man’s Jaime Foxx. The following meme sums up the Drake enigma pretty well.

When Aubrey Drake Graham first came on the scene I enjoyed him, then I started to truly dislike him, and now I accept who he is to the hip-hop culture.  I have the same emotional cycle with Lebron James(perhaps a post for another time).  It’s like women synchronizing menstruation cycles.  But, no matter how far Drake may tip me to the positive end of the scale for his efforts I can confidently say I will need to utter Sus, Pause, or No Homo after every listen…not that there’s anything wrong with that!