Letter to my first Love, Hip-Hop

Dear....well hell you know ya name..,
I con-f-e- double s... no need for comparing cuz to me you are the best....as the beats drowns out the troubles of the day, the elegant simplicity of lyrics competing with bass that unites my soul to the present...yea this is you....you see nowadays you not respected only neglected cuz none yearn to learn....the ins and outs...but i do mean ins...gettin lost in the state of ind that I';m in....which is you...sigh...damn, remember that date i took you on???....when we conversed in an undertone of desire...not for the words we could conjure....i care more about what you speaking to me rather than the phat ass clappin which has been associated with you....for that I apologize...i know some don't dream but fuck it I wanna make love yo you....never proud to beg and plea....I want you to lay on my chest and caress my ears....little do you know the sanity you hold for me....yes I've lost more than I would like but you got the rest so ill be aite...lemme go before I start to ramble...I just wanted you to know I reminiscence on what we used to do.....

Signed,....The Fan who listens