Dear Favorite Celebrity,
I don't know if you could be called a celebrity. Not enough people know who you are. Many, including myself, might even pass you by in the street and won't notice who you are. I guess that is what is so great about you. You're still one of us. In a recent article you wrote, you mentioned you had lost your home, and you had to move to another part of Seattle. You're a family man and you're a rapper. How much better can you get?
I like that you turn truth into art. You make confusing emotions tangible and you help me to understand myself. I would be honored to take you out to coffee one day and just listen to you talk. There are only a few people out there who are doing what you are doing. I respect that you don't sell yourself out because you realize there's more to this struggle and to this genre than becoming famous.
More importantly, you inspire me to express my anger in art. To think that when you first started out, you were only my age. You were able to bring yourself so far without all those luxuries I used to think you needed in order to be happy. You're art has made me more comfortable in my own brown skin and has made me angry to act.
I think a more appropriate label for you would be artist, not celebrity. You've helped to start a movement, and I appreciate you for sharing your knowledge with all of us. Most importantly though, I thank you for finally providing me with good music to put into my goddamned iPod!
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