XXXtentacion was shot and killed yesterday.
The walking definition of “seperating art from artist” and “soundcloud rapper”
17 was one of the best albums in 2017, but it occupied a spot outside my official top 10. Couldn’t give accolades to the artist, not with all of the allegations. That album was some fucked up shit, but it was compelling fucked up shit. The guy was a monster who grew up from a terrible background, violent, angry suicidal, and it all ended in tragedy just like it felt it would. The whole thing was tragedy, his childhood, his horrible violence, his death.