In the event of my demise, left with much to say/ Got me wearin' these disguises, even 'til my last days/ Dear Mama all I ever wanted was to hear your praise/ Knowin' that I desperately tried to change/ But maybe I've been cursed since my birth/ Been consumed by puttin' dollar signs behind my worth/ Livin' even worse, 'cause bein' who I am repeatedly hurts/ As I'm movin' from last to first/ Hopefully you'll forgive me, but enemies leave me reasons/ To remain the last one breathin', forever schemin'/ No longer dreamin', seein' them eternally sleepin'/ Continuously at battle with my inner demons/ Comtemplating whether or not to brandish my guns/ Wishin' to change the past, but what's done is done/ Guessin' that I'm destined to to be the Lord's prodigal son/ So I write this letter, to be read by my Loved Ones.
