Dear Gucci Mane: A Letter From a Concerned FanApril 29th, 2013
By Gee King
What up Gooch? We know things are rough doing your bid, but its hard on us out here too. Just hit the club in Atlanta this weekend and heard the DJ spin a couple of your joints. Got me to thinking: “Damn the game ain’t the same without a healthy, focused, drama-free Gucci Mane.” When that soldier walked up to you, you should’ve just posed for the pic. We don’t know what really transpired between you two, but we wish a simple picture could have solved it all. Trapping as hard as you do must make you paranoid. Having random dudes approach you all day everyday has got to be oh so stressful. Guess not too many people were listening on “Dead Man” when you said “Don’t walk up on me.”
But forget that black. No time for looking back. It’s done. We’re thinking about the future — what are we gonna to listen to when we have fun? You’ve given us so many bangers, from “Wasted” to “Freaky Gurl,” but how are we supposed to celebrate knowing the Trap God is trapped behind bars? You’ve spent too much of your promising career locked up. It was understandable when you had business to handle back in the day. But lately the charges you’ve caught have been sillier than that Spring Breakers movie. The whole point of getting in the rap game was to get clean money without the feds on your back, right? You gotta stop giving these hip hop cops reasons to hate on you.
Anyway, how you living inside? What’s good with you and Waka Flocka Flame though? Seeing you two fall out felt like the new millennium version of the Fat Boys breaking up. We know it hurt you, too. Whatever happened between y’all can’t be serious enough to break up one of the livest duo’s the game has ever seen. You see how well he held everything down while you were locked up in the past. Whether as your main shooter or hip hop protégé, whatever you needed from Waka he was there like, “O Let’s Do It.” Money can’t buy that type of loyalty.
What’s up with Young Scooter? You see ‘em? are y’all together? If so, represent the d-boys to the fullest. Crazy how both of you could get locked down in the same month. And MTV is saying you’re cellmates. To think about all that momentum y’all had moving for 2013, gone. From “Colombia” to a Fulton County jail cell. The A ain’t gonna be the same without you. Trinidad James got a perm and Tip is back doing reality shows. Whatever, just stay civilized and time flies. Good behavior will have you back to making classic music in no time.
You gotta start thinking about the future, homie. We know Gucci-Guwop loves the shorty doo-wops. They look up to you. Your school lecture had the whole Internet vexed. Now you’re proving the critics right. We’ve caught all the jewels you’ve been dropping about hustling the system, but it’s hard for us to keep hope if you’re caught up inside it. A future in Georgia State pen is grim. These kids like your style so much they may start to think a state-issued jumpsuit is fly. Do better, bruh. One love.