He just made it. One year shy of what I believe to be my generation's cut-off. 1985, the start of a sub-generation under me. A sub-generation that I think is corny and sore. The women are a different breed of whore and the men, well, let's just say their dicks are about 1 inch shy of being average. If you were born between 1985 and 1989 please don't take any proper offense to this, remember... I'm not talking directly to you. So let's get back to the subject at hand: Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi. Born January 30, 1984.
Some people say hip hop is dead. I say hip hop is asleep. Only to be woken up quite a few times by an earthling who decided to pursue his dreams and move to Brooklyn via Cleveland. (You better network!) Knowing that someone is always listening and Mr. West was listening. You need that spaceship take-off, he found it. Man On The Moon indeed; destined to be a star...
You may know him better as Kid Cudi.
And in the words of my Vegas fam (who gets all the good concerts and just saw Cudi last night. But I'm not hatin'. I'm not.) - "How could you not love him?"
Exactly, which is why I had to write about him twice.
Listen well
Be swell
And remember half the time I really 'Don't Give a Shit'
XO
I want to write an honest letter to Kid Cudi. I wish i knew how to reach him. or where to address it.
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