I’m just going to put it out here real plain. Where you at? I thought we were in this together. You make the songs, I listen. The negotiations  have concluded and now I’m married to Jazz. I didn’t even like Jazz back in the day. Yes, I was too immature to appreciate it at the time but I was no cheater when we were together.

No, I couldn’t dance like the people on Soul Train but I was moving like them in my mind. I even sounded like every record I ever played. Jazz is cool but you and I got history. I get how things evolve, I really do. But that’s not what you did. We disconnected at some point and it wasn’t on my part.

If I’m accurate in my analysis, I feel like you thought you could find a better listener than me and watered down your lyrics to appease an audience that diluted what drew me to you in the first place.

Remember how you used to be listed in the back of Jet magazine with the Top 20? People would tune in to you at the music awards, saying, “That’s my song!“ And I’d eyeball them and swing my hips to the left and right even harder, with my hands in the air.

You know what, though? Leaving was the best thing you could do for me. I mean, look at me. I listen to every genre of music there is. And I’m able to articulate how I feel about what happened between us now. Plus, I feel good. I eat good and yes, I’m still fine, ok? You have some trickles of good music here and there, but that’s as good as it gets nowadays. I wish the best for you though. No harm, no foul, playa. We good.

I still remember the good times though. Nothing takes that away. You certainly made your impressions, you feel me? Holla back when you get yourself all the way back together, alright? Don’t expect me to sit around waiting for a beat though. I’m just sayin’.