What it do fam? Sparky Sweets here,
and today I’m breakin down this

WHALE of a book: Moby Dick by
Herman Melville.

Just look at this damn thing. Over
600 pages and all dat happens is

basically this- Some bruh callin’
himself Ishmael crew up on a hooptyass

whaling boat, where a Captain
named Ahab only got one thing on

his mind- icin’ Moby Dick, the
giant white whale that jacked his

leg. Eventually they find dat
fool’s pasty ass, Moby wrecks da

whole boat, and errybody die cept
Ishmael.

First off, dat fat-ass whale is mo’
than just a fish. Like we hearin in

chapters 36 and 40, Moby Dick
sometimes symbolizin’ da unknown,

otha times he reppin all da mess
humanity gotta grind through, and

sometimes, he reppin God himself.

See, Ahab got mad beef wit da fact
dat da world is a twisted place

where bad sh** happen on da reg and
there ain’t nuthin we can do about

it. Whereas mos’ homies would jus’
sit back, light up a J, and accept

it, Ahab don’t play like dat. He
gonna take all dat anger, pin it on

Moby Dick, and spend erry second of
his life rebellin’. Not against a

whack society. But a whack
existence. And even though scrappin

wit da way da world works is a
fight dat nobody can win, Ahab

gonna keep goin til he’s six feet
deep.

Das why in Chapter 36 Ahab say “be
the white whale agent, or be the

white whale principal, I will wreak
that hate upon him. Talk not to me

of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the
sun if it insulted me.”

In other words, I don’t give a damn who you is- God, the Sun,

the Universe- you act like a bitch,
I’ma treat you like a bitch.

Now if dat ain’t da realest gangsta
sh** you eva’ heard, then you ain’t

been payin attention homeboy. Catch
y’all later. Peace.