Dear Mum
I used to hate you, but now I relate to
Everythin you had to go through
Growin up in the inner city
I wanna know, are you gonna miss me?
Cos when you walked out, I left
Instigator came in; you made us live off
No money, sellin the silverware off the hearth
Tryna get enough to last us until you came home
But you were 3 months, you were smoking chron’
Tryna tell me to not do drugs ‘that shit addictive’
And you tried to stop me listenin to rap n shit
Well…listen to this, I’m sorry…
Dear Dad
You barely know me, but you always in my business
But you never knew the truth, well, guess what, here this
When the house burned down, that was me, I started it
I’d took some acid tabs I found in your coat pocket
I got addicted to that sick shit, my life, you lost it
You never had a chance to really know me
When I was born, you were in a different country
When we were burgled, you were out dealin shit
You always said that you owned a Ford dealership
But we knew that you were gonna give them the keys
And the security code, so they could put a knife to her throat
That’s why mum left, don’t think I ain’t know what she wrote
Dear Michael
This is the last twelve lines of my life
We never got on, but that’s your fault
When you read this, put your life on halt
Cos word, I’m gonna do some Kurt Kobain shit
Have my brains spread all across the walls
Tell Cara and Janine, they caused war
Between me and Instigator
So bad that I gonna be on a respirator
I hope that you can relate ta
What I been through with them
But now I gotta do it, my fingers on the trigger
I was proud of you; I hope your life can be bigger
[Gunshot]