Fuck I hate this shit
Why the fuck do people even say this its
Lame as shit aint creative it's degrading
When you flaming like failing phys-
Ics its icky to say that I'm making a letter
To my future self in case I get better
I fucking doubt it
Cuz the grayness will never fade the saturation is wetter than a fatty stain from a dinner
Will I ever be well cuz I hate myself I gaze and I feel like I'm lame as hell
Can I ever change or rearrange my DNA cuz everything about me can't even ring a bell
Nothing feels right they make me stop at a green light
These dykes like be squeezing me till I see Christ
See white every single week is a steep fight
Like at 23 will there finally actually be heights
Live a full life what's the point of that
Any glimpse of hope and it feels like a trap
When I dabble in drugs I'm actually feeling real glad
I know it's smoke and mirrors but I wanna believe in that cap
My stinking doctor said it's a miracle that my livers intact (goddamn)
Fuck man there goes all of that
Did I mention that I started scribbling raps
But everyone around me's lippin that my vision is whack
How much money can I get when Im makin em' tracks
Could I make a living could I save a couple of racks of cash
Could I afford my very own crib
Where I own shit then I could let my stereo blast
I don't gotta worry bout motherfuckers treating me like shit
They can eat a dick cuz I'd just leave and dip
So please get this
I'm writing to future Stephen. Is my future bright or does the heat persist?
I pray to God my soul to keep
If I don't make it past this week
To lay me down so quietly
Cuz when I'm gone my life is sweet
My existence is just pain
Sometimes I like to watch the rain
Flowing straight right down the drain
Maybe one day I'd pass away
I pray to God my soul to keep
If I don't make it past this week
To lay me down so quietly
Cuz when I'm gone my life is sweet
My existence is just pain
Sometimes I just watch the rain
Maybe I'll just pass away
You gotta catch your breath just take a minute
You've been living in hell your situation's frigid
Start giving yourself credit you aint no critic
Show those A-holes your cray go get it
I ain't got figures but I'm staying hopeful
Everyday I'm laying vocals a boatful
Of work so one day I could be a mogul
Devotful to this road so there's no way I'd go home
That's still a whack spot you no longer act soft
They take advantage of that shit so you have up
Your defenses hence why you finna act up
half off the crap ya gets the fact of
Your too soft so you become a dick
Now every lyric you pen has got a spirit of sin
The Flurries of wind the furies burning within
Shit Im still tryna figure out what purpose im in
But don't stop despite the roadblocks there's gonna be lots
Like owning your own spot
No matter where ya go off their gon be no luck
There's gonna be foes ready to throw rocks
Will I crack the code that's something I know not
I'm rocking my dome looking for ways to glow up
Honing on my craft so my raps can go nuts
Till I'm overly dope there's no way I won't blow up
Despite everything man you worth it all
They burst em curses tryna just hurt your balls
They Sock you in the dirt Hurl em words and call
You the worst things got you thinking you deserve it all
but you don't (no) and I don't gotta ask
If your gonna be okay I fuckin got your back
Your gonna charge em back using the art of rap
So I'm penning these letters I'll even put em on a track
I pray to God my soul to keep
If I don't make it past this week
To lay me down so quietly
Cuz when I'm gone my life is sweet
My existence is just pain
Sometimes I like to watch the rain
Flowing straight right down the drain
Maybe one day I'd pass away
I pray to God my soul to keep
If I don't make it past this week
To lay me down so quietly
Cuz when I'm gone my life is sweet
My existence is just pain
Sometimes I just watch the rain
Maybe I'll just pass away