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Ebony's Michael Arceneaux pens a stern open letter to the altercation-prone pop star.

Christopher Maurice Brown, why must I always read about you being involved in a fight?

I see that you've invoked the passion of the Christ in defense of yourself, but Negro, you're going to mess around and have God smite thee with all Thy might. And so we're clear, Jesus, as legend has it, died for our sins so that we could be forgiven and go find out whether or not heaven has a ghetto. He wasn't crucified for beating up R&B singers, male, female or otherwise.

Okay, enough with the small talk, let's get to the matter at hand.

Admittedly, there are some discrepancies regarding who started this apparent fight between you and Frank Ocean. Some say you swung first, others claim it was Frank who let his New Orleans out of the cage. I don't really care who initiated the brawl on this week's edition of The Real Husbands and Parolees of R&B. I'm more concerned about the lingering pattern here with you.

As much as you hate being reminded of your transgressions, there's your horrific beating of Rihanna in 2009. Your deadly assault of a Good Morning America window in 2011 inspired by questioning about the aforementioned incident of violence. There's also that reported scuffle between you and Drake last year, although in your defense, it was apparently Aubrey who channeled Ms. B'Havin's "Bottle Action."

Then there are your antics on the Twitter, which is true root of your beef with Frank Ocean. I know parking in LA is a hassle and I've been tempted to go oops, upside someone's head over a stolen spot once or twice, but we both know the issue between you two is bigger than that.


Read Michael Arceneaux's entire piece at Ebony.

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Michael Arceneaux hails from Houston, lives in Harlem and praises Beyoncé’s name wherever he goes. Follow him on Twitter.