So here we are. Here is the attention you've been looking for from me since you sexually assaulted me in 2008. I've heard all your music, seen all your interviews, know about all your beefs, etc. I'm not amused, I'm not impressed. Your earlier work resonated with me more than everything you've done in the mainstream. I'm sure you make your "city" proud, but you are a mere annoyance to me.
You've been using my energy to get the attention of everyone, from my loved ones to the beloved strangers of fandom. It's despicable. When I got back in the mainstream in 2015, I was looking for your head. I saw a few of your "artists", and they loved me to the moon and back. You were nowhere to be found.
I'm open to a collab. To prove that I am LEAGUES ahead of you. And though I CAN forgive you, I'ma need some cash for all these years of watching you be me. There is proof of what I speak of. I just can't trust the person who is in possession of said proof. Regardless, I remain Omarion amongst you and the Chris Stokes of the world. And I remain The Sun to my StarChasers.
I will not be talking about you in the coming year. Not even during #Big3 debates. In my opinion, your skill has been eradicated by your treachery. You don't entertain me. You don't educate me. You're not more handsome than me. You're not more ugly than me. You are a tool. A product. Enjoy where you WERE in life, because it's gonna take Bishop TD Jakes himself to get you back to the top. And even then, you'd be a margin of what you were.
Which is a margin of a man.
Which makes you just like a target of mine.
But next year, no more you.
And don't ask for a do-over.
