Sometimes my brain inks these letters- can't decide where to send em
Maybe to the girls I couldn't get, in a year they'll regret it
Seams like in most these situations have my feelins neglected
But when that hype starts to build And they hear my records
I'll prally get the chance to choose f** a fear of rejection
Or, Maybe ill direct this to my cousin
Trynna find words stronger than I love him, or I miss him
Cause really what the f** is Rikers Island when you talking a national prison
Now we know you f**ed your life up, became to brash for decisions
But theres a part of me that blames myself cause I watched from a distance
I should've been the voice of reason, someone close who could listen
I should of had my arms stretch wide just to catch you from slippin'
See my momma thinks its best that you caught you a sentence
But she prays that the lord forget about her and shower you with those blessings
Cause its, T-minus 23 till our paths are contingent to meet him
So in 2035 when you taking them steps of freedom
They'll think TI's coming out that b**h, Twelve busses out front to meet him
At least that's the plan tho, Trynna rock stages from Crikect Amp to Japan
Show my critics and my fans that the love and hates what I need
Cause we at that point where we trade our hopes and dreams for degrees
And some of those lower GPA's for M4s and fatigues
Sign down our name to get blown away by grenades over seas
All for a country that doesn't give a f**, Built off slaves and disease
So pardon me if I decide to jump ship
See I get the love from the small circle I run with
And they been supporting me like its court ordered or some sh**
And if I get the chance I'll get em anything just to show em the feeling is cordial
Show em that we more than pushin' papers and that store in the corner
Tell our parents you ain't gotta work no more see this tourin took care of the mortgage
Leave my sisters and her families unemployment
But my monthly check will resemble miniature fortunes
I know ya'll can only hear but believe that my vision is gorgeous
Living the life with the ones I love on some cribs thats enormous
On some colton I can't hear what the f** you sayin' and we on the same porch sh**
Van Gogh on his f**in prime a starry night couldn't paint a prettier portrait
But all in all to sum up what a wise man once said
“Its really your admiration thats yearned”
So if my message gets lost along the way or my intentions seam blurred
I pen that sh** sincerely tac, to whom evers concerned