LETTER TO MR. JONES

I stopped RSVPing for all your pity parties I heard you out here sucking dummies Fucking all the smarties It moved me hardly, what a sour pill Nothing stronger than human will I said I'd do it I wrote it down And then I made it real Fryer throwing beats like target practice Just something to kill, something to bill Invoice in the mail I, need it back quick Muddy stones, and all of 'em hit None of 'em stick, tell me who can stop me It'll take God F*ck your culture they accept frauds and call truth lies But where truth lies, usually inside just ask yourself What can their words take from you What could her curves make for you baby I wanna pick you up and run to first place for you Notice my actions good, I'm tryna make them great for you I noticed you from the hood, don't let the hood think for you Even in the place where I'm from they try to brake for you I'm steady stomping the gas Take a toke and then I pass My mind in another place wondering how long will it last Man how long will it last Yeah, Lord willing Look They told me patience was key I started running out of time, I had to rap on my beats Now here I am just man, tryna get it how I'm supposed to But you know, the wheel of life, look Now let me tell you how I really feel Like am I playing my cards right if I ain't got a deal Am I doing the right things if I ain't got a mil Seems like, overthinking hits harder than any pill Sometimes, I don't wanna rap no more Seen too many legends die Man it ain't no joke or coincidence Niggas dying in front of their businesses and overdoses Is this the tax for being in the spotlight who really knows this I mean I highly doubt they really chose this Seeing their families broken just hoping they can cope with The idea of them being gone, it's all so wrong Man, damn Like, what would my brother do if I wasn't always around How would my mother do if I wasn't holding it down How can I ever raise a child in a world like this Like will I ever find a wife to put up with my shit Some days, I think I never will If I can't find her now How am I supposed to find her when I break a mil Or 5, 10 or 20 How am I supposed to find the one when they're all running to me? And that's some real shit I've seen it happen, a real tragedy Often times I wonder if I'll ever love actually But for now I guess I'll settle for Tinder swipes And bars at night till I find the one Shit, if she ever come. Care more than I care to express Share more than I'm willing to bet Bear more than I really can lift Spend more than I really do get Just to fit in places really don't fit Mr. Jones I can't do this no more I give you everything, you turn around and ask me for more Make me sacrifice the things I adore I'm done playing this game it's time to fight the allure I let you slice me in 4, just to keep it together This letter may not make it to the other side of the door 'Cause I've decided there's more Open my eyes and explore, in actuality What is reality when life is all about battling Who created these races I ain't talking no color, I'm talking false obligations Like we all making a little more than we making Like we all got solid foundation Like we all got some raises, I'm saying F*ck you Mr. Jones You tried to take all my money Just to make me feel like I'm on to something or kinda on My feelings kinda strong I look around and see my niggas with blinders on I see you got'em gone It's crazy how I can be on top of the world And then pull out my phone And I'm on Instagram and see Franky done bought a home Which make me wonder why I ain't got a loan It make me wonder why I'm so behind It make me doubt that I could ever shine It make me feel like I should never rhyme Which make me feel like I done wasted time Which make me feel like I ain't a good father Which make my wife feel like she failing me too If I could say this was the end, then I'd be lying to you If I could say this was the end then I might follow it through I only wish this was the end F*ck you Mr. Jones