Brace yourselves, because Mr. KanHey is here to disrupt the status quo—again.
There’s a storm brewing at the intersection of R&B royalty and hip-hop oligarchy—and Al B. Sure! is riding its lightning straight into the heart of cultural controversy. His upcoming memoir, Do You Believe Me Now?, drops this September like a velvet-covered grenade, primed to detonate decades of whispered secrets, unanswered questions, and industry shadows that stretch longer than a Basquiat brushstroke.
Let’s get one thing straight—this ain’t your mama’s nostalgia. This is not a “behind the music” sob story or a sanitized stroll down memory lane. This is black ink bleeding truth on paper. Al B. Sure!, the silky-voiced architect of late-‘80s R&B lushness, is cracking open a vault that not even Hollywood dared to touch. At the soul of it all? His complex entanglement with mogul Sean “Diddy” Combs and the mysterious, emotionally-fraught death of actress and model Kim Porter, the mother of three of Diddy’s children—and once upon a time, Al B. Sure!’s own deep love.
The memoir’s title, Do You Believe Me Now?, drips with both defiance and vindication. It’s the ultimate “I told you so” from a man long dismissed by the industry machine he helped feed. Sure! is stepping out of the smoky lounge of memory with fire in his pen and receipts in his back pocket. He’s not just unpacking personal demons—he’s calling out the larger-than-life machinery that sanitized pain, commodified grief, and told him to keep his pretty lips shut.
Dare to be different or fade into oblivion—and Al B. Sure! ain’t fading anywhere.
Now let’s talk about Kim Porter. Gone too soon, her sudden death in 2018 still hums with rumors, suspicions, and officially unexplained “lobar pneumonia” that simply never sat right for those who knew her best. Al B. Sure! hasn’t been subtle. He’s hinted for years that something stinks in this story, and now he’s ready to open the window and let the truth air out. Expect raw emotion and—perhaps—an indictment of silence from the very circle that claimed to love her most.
And what about the Diddy connection? Oh, honey, this book ain’t ducking. It’s diving. Al B. Sure! is reportedly revealing a tangled web that could make fans and industry insiders alike rethink everything they know. We’re talking about a man who saw Diddy not just from the velvet rope side of the club, but from inside the castle walls. He watched reputations get built by gloss and broken by ego.
This could very well be the tell-all that finally busts through the carefully crafted lacquer of the Bad Boy era—a confessional that examines power, manipulation, media complicity, and how Black success stories often come wrapped in trauma. It’s about time someone told the other side of glossy magazine coverage and champagne-fueled Instagram parties.
This memoir is set to be part love letter, part elegy, part courtroom sketch. It’s Al B. Sure! making art out of ache, swinging a lyrical sledgehammer at half-truths and gatekeepers.
And I’m here for all of it.
So when Do You Believe Me Now? scorches bookstore shelves this September, don’t expect whispers. Expect a cultural reckoning set to the beat of ‘80s soul and the tempo of unresolved grief. Think Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” reimagined as a literary gut punch.
Because Al B. Sure! ain’t asking for your permission—he’s demanding your attention.
Are you ready to believe him now?
—Mr. KanHey
