So, I’m a hypocrite, son. Like, my logical side knew better than to listen to ye, man. But, the voracious music-lover in me fell for the fucking okie-doke, fam. Despite all of Kanye West‘s nonsense, I still gave that fool 20 minutes of my time, bruh. *Sigh* And after all of that, the album wasn’t even good, people. All I know is, this is the time where I need to stop trying to separate the art from the artist, folks.
Ok, so, this post isn’t an album review, per se. On the real, this article is simply me rambling about how much of a clusterfuck this record is, son. I mean, it’s amazing how a 7-song album can still be disjointed and all over the place, man. Look, between the unnecessary beat changes, Kim Kardashian references and talk of killing someone, there’s no cohesion to this record, fam. Frankly, I’m amazed that he put out an album like this after nailing the production on Pusha T‘s Daytona. Then again, who the fuck knows what goes on in Kanye’s mind, bruh?
Now, besides the album sonics, I’m mad at myself for even giving ye the time of day, son. Listen, it’s no secret that I’m a HUGE Kanye West fan. However, at some point, enough has to be enough, man. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure if I want to keep listening to Pusha’s album, fam. Real talk, I don’t like the idea of putting ANY money in Kanye’s pocket, bruh. Shit, I’m not sure exactly how much money artists get some streaming, but it’s still more than he deserves right now, people. All I can say is, a dope beat from Kanye is not worth the tomfoolery and coonery that comes along with it.
In the end, I just needed to check myself, son. Ultimately, I’m choosing not to be a slave to my former appreciation of Kanye West. By and by, this is one of the ONLY times a Black person is choosing not to be slave, man. At the end of the day, as much as I love music, supporting him just isn’t worth it, fam. That is all. LC out.