Letter

I wish I still had them letters that you wrote
I was young, I was dumb probably put ‘em in my coat
Something wouldn’t let me listen to words that you spoke
You was just tryna talk, man I coulda gave you hope
Now I watch you struggle with addiction, falling on the ropes
Always watched from a distance, like I’m looking through a scope
First time I saw you locked man I thought it was joke
Then my pops got mad cause he tried to keep you close
You was caught up in the system doing years for selling dope
Always thought that shit was cool but I kept it on low
Then I took my ass to school, I won’t tryna be broke
Used to think you was a fool, cause you wanted all the smoke
But it’s sad now cause the last time that we spoke
I ain’t have a mustache, man I couldn’t even vote
Now I’m chasing much cash, and hitting bitches with the stroke
It was sad when that bullet went and hit you in yo throat
I was young, but if I could then them niggas would get smoked
But I keep my life balanced, I ain’t walking on a rope
If the tables turn I pray that you give a nigga hope
But I know I let you down, when I should have kept you close
I was selfish chasing dreams, I won’t tryna be broke
Thought I was gone make the league, but my school was a joke
Then yo mama died, shit made me lose all my hope
I ain’t wanna play no more , but ima do it for my folks
Used to read a article, you got into it with yo bro
He was mad at yo ass, then sent some bullets through the door
Used it to think it was for cash or a little bit of dough
But the older that you get man the wiser that you grow
This my letter back to you, but this shoulda been wrote
I ain’t forget about you fam , how ima let this feel go?
I know you trapped in a net, something like a field goal
But yo love and yo respect is something I can live for
And when I get outta debt , and start making real dough
You can have what you want, you ain’t gotta feel broke
You ain’t gotta push pills, and you ain’t gotta steal dope
This my letter back to you, I just pray there’s still hope, damn