Bonk Boy - Letters From Home pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro] I walked home alone last night, I just want to say I miss you and that maybe we'll catch up later. I hope you're the right man that I've been waiting for. Thanks for the date, love you! [Verse 1] It's probably not good, cutting myself from this world But honestly, what's on this planet can make me sick and hurl I've tried so hard to make it's good side unfurl But where the f** has that gotten me, it's messed up, girl I go over to the church and try to help some people But all I get in return is a hanging from the steeple I listen to your voice and it makes me calm and time halts Whenever I see you I swear to god I want to waltz But now you're being clingy, probably wanting protection I know you probably love me but now it's time to make a confession I want to save the world, make it more peaceful for all But in return all I do is make that girl bawl I feel like an a**, and maybe I should back up and crawl It's a whole new world, a whole new order, and the entire planet wants their new borders Wars in the Middle East threaten world peace and them wars unlock my Inner Beast I put my hood up so people can know who I am Don't need no other confirmation that I'm Sam Some days I feel like sleeping in, watching the world crumble It's equivalent to dropping a football for a fumble As in a football as a suitcase nuke The kind that Bush carried around to rebuke Osama I don't think our current president does that, Obama I don't want to see my earth crack like an egg God knows it's already walking on one peg I'm trying to raise awareness for what I mean But the only thing so far going for me is being clean Sometimes I go on vacation for my label Rap out my meanings, it's almost like a fable I write to my family at times, asking them if they can get by But it's tough, it's hard, sometimes I think they want to die But I write right back to them, telling them to fight the good fight Because it's a feat of strength, a feat of good might So I sit outside in the cold NYC weather, I don't know better, chilled to the bone Cause i'm waiting for those good ol' letters from home [Hook] Every morning I wake and see the sun I remember that I'm still not done I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope Letters from home, letters from home Don't you know those letters from home [Verse 2] Now it's a whole new level, set above any other God bless America, because we're going undercover I know and see that I'm not real public yet But I will make this message heard, you bet It's like i'm in match, point, set Consistent as a tennis player dealing the layer of naysayer and not even Jay Day Mayer can make me safer It's certain people on this planet that make life bad It's certain people on this planet that make sh** sad Sometimes I walk in the snow at night just to get the thrill of that chill and not even the run of the mill can distill what I k** If I k**ed you once, I don't want to do it twice That's how I feel with the Earth, I feel it's in a vice I fight like a super-soldier, moving those boulders for my troops to march The metaphorical boulder typically being a nuclear park We shoulda learned some damn lessons from Chernobyl And maybe I'm writing about global warming, that's sure noble But no, this song ain't about that at all In reality I don't mind if that mall has a couple of stalls That sell destruction squalls and it's my mating call to doom And the fall of all that we sanctify, a wall to enlightenment Don't make me show you enlightenment, It's only a brightened hit And you probably wouldn't be able to take it My troops wouldn't be able to break it A stance that unfortunately you'd be sorely mistaken So I throw a hoodie on, blue Aeropostale Take to the streets, almost looking hostile A nice pair of blue jeans, freshly washed And you'd probably be wondering about the cost I walk into that frigid old day And wonder about how we got out, Yesterday C-lec and me, we go way back And I plan to co-sign him on more songs, ask me any day But now it's different, this is the music industry I'm selling but we should work together God knows that best friends work better Every morning I wake and see the sun I remember that I'm still not done I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope Letters from home, letters from home Don't you know those letters from home [Verse 3] Now it's summer again, good friends, good girls, good times Good rhymes, remembering what I fought for, remember what I lost for But no, this is different, this is all-out war We're both putting out albums and millions are selling door-to-door I try not to think about my competition But it seems the more I do, I want to make it a vision I don't do that, this isn't any nuclear fission But fusion is my job, and it's time to make a petition It's certain things on this planet that make me happy It's certain things on this planet that make me who I AM Now maybe I'm serious, but I'm calling enough You gotta draw a line when I've seen the same ol stuff Pull out something I've never seen before Make it something that I'll never forget for sure Turn it in to a big a** rhyme dollar on a dime Penny for your time mime lime for a shine dine Like a Hind on a bind find The mastermind fine i'll help you with yo crime Now it's time for me to get back to work I'll see ya later, don't forget what ya heard I gotta write back to some letters from home [Hook 2] Every morning I wake and see the sun I remember that I'm still not done I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope Letters from home, letters from home Don't you know those letters from home Don't you know those letters from home Every night I sleep and pray to God I remember that I'm just a rod I hold up what's important, truth be told I live for the good life, even when I don't feel bold I gotta write back to some old friends Don't you know those letters from home Don't you know those letters from home