Thug's Letter

Verse 1

 

Dear whoever may be reading this, this a letter from a lyricist

A kid who wished for Saint Nicholas turned to a bitch tearing ligaments

You see I'm spiritless, hugging the block don't mind family

Escaping agony, a patient in a mindless catastrophe

But fuck that, this a message for the world before I go out in the cold

Just trying to make sure that my story is properly told

For the few people by my graveside, through this train ride

The people who were here and made this life a rare sight

I was out of proportion, sightseeing my life in distortion

Taking caution, scared of responsibility to the point of abortion

Plan B, something I never had from the day of birth

Now look at this message myself, what the fuck am I worth?

A fucking disaster, pushing paraphernalia making heartbeat faster

Brain in a stampede, thought deplete in a scatter, a silver platter

Something I wished for, life was something I was unequipped for

Look at me now, dilemma of fucking a rich whore

Just to get some money, see fuckers try finding a easy path

This letter is an aftermath of a thug who was a sociopath

Now I'm writing this letter, debating on the truth of what is better

Robbing a safe with gun pointed at the teller, or being poor forever

I was tired of crack spots, wanted my life like a jackpot

A grand casino with no chances of ever being no bankrupt

Family was first, no matter how much the situation was worse

Making eyelids burst clenching teeth with this thirst

My life was cursed, see the world is extreme for the need of this green

Money decides if you're dirty or clean, the world is obscene

If you look at me and you, for people there's only one thing in between

They're keen to see who has the money they never seen

Absurd, but who am I to debate the whole world

I burned down my life and now look what I earned

Nothing, this is the end of all the discussions

I danced with the devil and experienced all the reaper repercussions

This is why I grabbed the pen, to write this shit for your eyes

To unmask my identity trapped in this filthy disguise

Be foolish or wise, in this world that's all that matters

From a thug to a dad has the same exact patterns

So when my life passes, and my body is put into the casket

When my body is ashes and I buried my hatchet

Pass this message, to my family if there is any left

If they even want to know about who I am, not the worst parts but the best

Despite my choices, I'm blessed with my family and my friends

Even enemies who made me better with the shit by my expense

Not to defend, just want you people to comprehend

Any 2 strings can tie a knot and any stupid beef can just end

This message should trap my unmasked feelings forever

Figure this out when you feel clever, this is a thug's letter