Letter to self

Hi me,I wrote you impassively last week but you didn't care to answer

You were so frustrated,you blew a lot of words in the winds with any censor

It wasn't an elegy,it was a trilogy about freedom,hope and pressure

Your brain is conundrum,that your words are formed as a venom

You sang the "I don't care what's wrong" as an official self anthem

The system was never analogous,but you kept circling around

You said that it's hard to recognize hatred,when it's not a sound

As it's hard to heal your psychic,when you don't feel the wound

 

Dear me,sorry for not answering I was busy capturing myself outta town

I was playing for people the role of the clown,

Needa no mask because I got the biggest frown

Coverage with someone,saying that life held my ground

I did say that you can't recognize abstract when it doesn't have a sound

And hard to cure your psychic,since it's wore as a stable gown

Thanks for messaging me,with such an elicit when I wasn't around

I know sometimes you're a misanthrope ,that you reject beck due to mope

 

Ayo,Ill M

I like what you do,I can relate to each question I try to answer to

It makes me even question If life is a step or my anarchy makes it so

Bro,I'm Jay your dead homie

Didn't you recognize my voice ,It's not embellish but I had to make a poise

I didn't hear from you in a while,since 13 April what happened to your noise?

You always supported me through rough times,after death came impermeable

I know that you like sable,cause you think it reflects your inner ,but you're not that sinner

Anyway,keep on living dawg never let doom make you less than a winner

 

Hello Manic

This is Joe,guess what? I've lost weight and became skinner

My daughter is two years old now,and she wishes you'd come have dinner

I've done something bad with her mother

But you always tell me keep faith in what you hope you could bother

You were always a brother to me

I like how you think sun never leaves us alone even beneath winter

I owe you one dawg,take care If I don't see you here I'll see you lastly there

 

Hi bro

It's me your childhood best friend

We used to steal cassettes of Rap and never lend them in any trend

We used to skip school together and run to the river to play with mud

Bud,I know your heart froze when you saw me throwing up blood

I've had a disease,death took me when life made no thud

You told me that depression was never an excuse to not laugh

Taught me that illness is within ourselves

Not on what you spell on people's draft

I remember your quote of "risk it to get the biscuit"

Risked it to the last breath,I'll miss you homie even if i couldn't describe it

 

Salam Nephew

I hope you accomplished what you told me you'd reach

I remember that you wanted to be rich and preach the words you believe in

I always liked your "never give up" attitude,you always said lets fight for the one

You were always around when I lost my leg,when there was none

I'll always be thankful to you,and what so ever you've done

I hope you're happy,never let pills kill your chills and hide fears that make you run

Son,this is my last message

I'm in another place never daunt remain with your unique privilege