r.i.p. carl blaze

you know, i was feeling so good about hip hop today. i was on the 7 train, pulling into queensborough plaza, listening to my nas podcast with funkmaster flex, the empire state building was lit in red and green. i felt so good about the city. i had one of those moments when you get goosebumps and its great.

i come home and i turn on the radio and find out that dj carl blaze passed away this morning.
he was shot in an apartment lobby in washington heights.
i dont know, but i wanted to cry. its so surreal. you listen to the radio and you hear this person all the time, they kind of become your neighbor. someone that you are personal with despite never ever knowing them and probably never being able to meet them. then all of a sudden, theyre no longer here. its crazy.
some people have said that he is now resting in peace, with those that he admired so much, like pac and biggie.
but that cant be right. this person had so much life to live and none of those people deserved to die the way they did.
it just doesnt make sense. hip hop shouldnt be like this. right?