Letter To Myself

Yo, you see these scratches and these bruises?

Me neither, I don’t let these phoneys be a nuisance

You see I like to drink the pouring all the richness

Put the wealthy on my hit list

Look down upon the real boys and girls and grant them wishes

The schools don’t like you cause you think like me

And so you got nothing to offer cause you smell like weed

And if the moment never came or we were higher than the trees

We would look down at them and say

Oh, yo now I see

This is my letter to myself

When you read it, you’ll be wise enough to see

That life ain’t always what it seems

I wish you happiness and wealth

I know you loving every moment

As the man as I’ve always wanted to be seen

I’m glad you made it this far

I’m glad you made it this far

I’m glad you made it this far

I’m glad you made it this far

Cause I’ma take the anger and the amusement

Yeah, its’ confusing maybe cause I’m scared to loose it

Cause every time I try to look into the future

I see mistakes of the past, afraid to do to the next

What I did to the last

It’s passion,its presence, its lust is it love

Is it the action, it’s the essence, fuck it, all of the above

That got me feeling this way and I know I made some mistakes

When I open up this letter I better remember this day, this day