An Open Letter to Kanye (Or Anyone Who Still Cares About Him)
Dude, Get Help. Do It Now!
Dear Kanye, or Ye or Whatever You Call Yourself Now,
I don’t like you. I don’t like your music. It’s not my thing. My middle son does. Wait, no, correct that, he did. He did like your work. He did love your work And now he’s over you.