I usually don't like making introductions and explanations for drops, but I feel in this case it would be beneficial to the readers. There are four writters collaborating here, each one writing a letter to himself respectively. The idea for this collab stemmed from the Atmosphere song 'Little Man' where he addresses three letters (verses).. one to his son, one to his father and the last to himself - this last verse being the one we are focusing on.
I know it's a long read, but any feedback is much appreciated.. even if you only focus on two of the verses for example. I will try to get to at least two of your links if it's in depth.. I'm sure the others will appreciate it too. Anyway, enough talking, enjoy!
Dear Teague..
I know ya arms are heavy and your knees are weak,
but the time has come for you to stop hiding- and seek.
the need for revenge steepens and tries to bend,
snapping at the crease, you could atleast pretend
to care for the ones you pushed beneath your soles,
stepping out on those who brought warmth thru the cold.
I know it's hard to breathe when the walls close in,
but the pressure shouldn't be why you hit the gin again.
yet now you've sinned again, partial to the bottles emptyin'
no need for visits..but when they show will you hide within?
stop joking around, you're hanging by a thread; tempted by the ground
and though you listen..you mishear every single sound.
take it all in just one time, watch everything as it rewinds
backward motions entwined in the stories left behind.
you have a few nasty habits, but what's worse than bein an addict?
admit the truth or grow to know the lies you threw up in the attic.
and wonder..
what happened to my strength and loyalty to family,
I hate to admit..but nowadays I couldn't even handle being me.
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Dear David
It's been a crazy decade but you haven't quit yet
Some lows that left you alone, mad, n upset
And highs that only managed to be average at best.
But the fact is regret never crossed your mind,
Even through all the times that you'd rather forget.
Just remember the darker days are far away
And you'll see that somehow those scars'll fade.
You've been the matyr, played the part you're gave
Staying strong when others would start to break
Just don't make the mistake to forget
It's a fucking miracle you're where you are today.
Be proud you were there when others wouldn't embrace.
You were that good in the face of evil
When someone needed to put it in place.
I know there's some shit you still won't put on a page
But through all the bullshit you faced
You haven't seen any pain yet that time couldn't erase.
Hey, I see that the card career's lifting son.
Even if sometimes it seems like the grind isn't fun
Its fine because you know a 9 to 5 won't get it done.
So use that mind to make your living,
Never give in as long as the wheels keep spinning,
And most important don't forget where you get it from.
Keep telling these cats to take the time to notice life,
You know it fights back more than most would like
But you can still see it's beauty if you keep ya focus tight.
Tell em to take it easy, make jokes, and write
And at the end of the day,
Make sure you take your own advice.
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Dear Sam
How often you choose a route but think about how the other ran,
Or how you soften skin to caress her neck with your under-hands,
But…
…ain’t you underhand having never loved your lover’s Sam?
Think about your brother’s fam, who tired; takin you to upper strands
To try makin you a fuller man
- You doubled back on another track to scupper plans, yo
Ever remember when you were younger man? So
Why’s the clasp of your mother’s grasp now reduced to a lump of sand?
Yeah yeah, I understand…
…you nothing like another man;
The embellishment of your rhetoric elements is relevant to wonderland,
But still; any evidence of any men reverent to your cunning? Damn.
I know you feel this weakness that seeks us after exposing secrets…
The remedies readily in reach; twist sheets before blowing weed gust
Needs must…
…When the devil drives, is it in God we trust? But you who the rebel type
Sense the levels rise, edging a weak cusp. Realize you ain’t special right,
You just a vessel I’m…
…your essence - mind, try heeding my lesson, ayt.
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Dear Neems;
We used to be two peas in a pod
Appeasing the odds, but now you tell your secrets to god,
A defeated façade, that lingers deep and leaves you to wad
The depleted tingles, mingling with grievance’s squad.
Feelin sorry for yourself only leads to more sorrow
So suck it up, the cycle doesn’t need to repeat tomorrow.
Have some humble pie, you’re not the only guy that stumbles
Eat the crumbs, cause when you’re suffering, it’s YOU that crumbles.
Understand the sacrifices your parents continue to make
You’ve created some enemies, but the biggest is fate,
Now you’re playing with ‘house money’ and have many credentials
To succeed. But your work ethic hinders potential.
That’s why it’s essential, to get all these habits out
Seems like dad really knew what he was talking about,
So stop wishing things were different till you can’t bare anymore
I can only lead you this far, now the choice is yours.
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