Dear Jack

Dear Jack, let me take a crack At penning you this letter I could go until my pen cracks But the writing wouldn't get much better Between ink and tears, the page can't get much wetter You got to know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you ever I'm in my pulpit That makes me feel old, I'm on some bullshit But really I'm just feeling push and pull shit Of what I feel versus what I think My thoughts float my boat but they let my heart sink So I pull my soul to the surface but I got to use my heartstrings I can make my heart sing when I align with stars Surprise, surprise that's when I write the best bars When I'm not thinking about success and outcomes Or release dates and pre-saves and keepsakes and albums But instead, I stay present to how joy feels And really that's connecting to how a boy feels His innocence lights up the rhymes like filaments You can bring focus like Ritalin But you'll never make it big if you don't take care of little him The inner child Divine inspired High on life, and he's never tired It's not his job to be cool or to understand It's not his job to think about revenue streams and brand It's your job to let his imagination explore all that it can Keep him close and hold his hand Cuz he's the key to the lock on your genius He's the cure to the hardshell and the meanness When the truth comes through, that's how I know you mean it Protect him with everything you are I fucking mean it Because we do this for the freedom Not financial, circumstantial, or all the other normal reasons It's the chance to express unencumbered Cuz every day you do it, then the old days are numbered So let your love and your eyes brim with wonder Be grateful for your food, don't focus on the hunger Write rhymes until those bars shine Don't polish too much, or you'll just erase all your lines And wrinkles that you earned from burning up these candles Be proud of your movements, don't seek to be exampled Don't dilute and divide your life to be sampled Be less neocortex and more hippocampal Trust your emotions and intuition when they hit you Don't be greedy, wait let it hit you And then write it down, clean it up, and put that shit on wax Then relax