Wednesday, July 2, 2025

A Freako is not a R.I.C.O. : Sean Puffy Combs Acquitted of Most Serious Charges

 



Diddy (mostly) gets off. Post verdict bail denied.


Good day for Diddy

Diddy is still looking at prison time for the charges he was found guilty on: 
While the maximum potential sentence for the charges Combs was found guilty of is 20 years, the actual sentence will be determined by the judge based on various factors and sentencing guidelines. Legal experts suggest the sentence may be measured in months, not years, with a potential starting point under sentencing guidelines of 15 to 21 months.



Legal Insurrection: Diddy guilty of 2 of 5 counts


Diddy Soliloquy

To live or to fade, that’s the question on my mind—
Whether to grind through the chaos, the drama, the shine,
Or to face the storm of haters, the feds at my door,
And by standing tall, end it? To fall, to sleep—
No more; and in that sleep, to dodge the pain,
The lawsuits, the whispers, the weight of my name,
The empire I built, now crumbling in shame—
That’s the escape I’m tempted to chase.
To fall, to sleep—perchance to dream: yo, that’s the vibe,
For in that sleep, what visions might rise?
No paparazzi flash, no blogs to despise,
Just peace—ain’t that the move I’ve been craving?

But hold up—what’s this dread that keeps me froze?
The fear of what comes when the curtain’s closed.
The unknown afterparty, where no bottles pop,
No beats drop, no deals to lock.
What’s on the other side? That’s what makes me pause,
Makes me carry this load, despite all the flaws.
The scandals, the headlines, the shade they throw,
The nights in the cell, when the lights are low,
The guilt I dodge, the truth I don’t show—
Who’d bear all this, if I could just let go?

But nah, I’m Diddy—built this from the ground,
Bad Boy for life, can’t let it drown.
The fear of what’s next, that undiscovered land,
Keeps my hustle strong, keeps my crown in hand.
Cowards might fold, let their soul take flight,
But I’m still here, ready to fight.
The game’s got me twisted, conscience on freeze,
Yet I push through the noise, chasing my peace.
So I stay, I grind, keep my name in lights—
To live or to fade? I choose the fight.



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