Dear Uncle Hov

Dear Uncle Hov,

Long time no see unc! I hope all is well, I know the game is the game. I’m fine, just really trying to get use to all these new niggas Auntie Hip-Hop been bringing around. She used to have much better taste back when I used to love her more. I’ve been wondering when you were coming back in town? Saw you in New York for the B-sides show and it reminded me of so many memories.

You remember that day in Jacksonville when my cousin Bj and I were sitting in the floor at 2am and you let me hear “Never change” for the first time. At 14 I was really saying I would never change and feeling like I understood it all. Nobody could tell me their uncle gave me better advice than my Uncle Hov. “We all fish, you better teach ya folk”. So I went back outside the next day telling my boys “If we stay strong, we can get paper longer than Pippen’s arms” they had no choice but to believe me because I said it with just as much conviction as you did!

I was telling my mom about that day you came by the house and she wasn’t home to let me hear “Renegade”. I don’t know if you really intended for me to hear it because you left the cd in my xbox. But I just know it was perfect because that same day I was sitting in the house waiting on somebody to bring me something to eat and I got tired of it. I had $20 from playing pencil break at school, gave the neighborhood alcoholic $5 to take me to get food, came back and sat on the porch all night shooting basketball and eating French fries. From that point on I was grown.

It seems like you always came thru at the perfect times. You went on this long vacation once but I always knew you would come back. Was expecting you to bring me back this Michael Jordan jersey even though you told me that button ups was the way to go now. It’s one of few times you gave me mixed info but the game was fucked up! You tried but you couldn’t leave because you do love us. Brought me back some comic books and a beach chair and I was perfectly fine with it.

Long story short Uncle Hov, I’m 27 now and it’s your fault I don’t think like other 27 year olds, “My demeanor, 30 years my senior… Rookies blame it on the age difference”, so I need you to hurry up and come back for a visit because if 30 is the new 20 I’m getting real close to it and I need to keep being ahead. I know you’re in ______ with the wife and kid though, and I’ll never give up that info but streets is talking…. Death Before dishonor Correct?