letter to you

aye, listen close i'm about to revisit a real scene, my girls a different person from times that you've intervened, and times that you've told her she wasn't shit, you played a little too hard with her almost witnessed her quit, that was the darkest month i've ever lived, i tried to put it behind us scars on her wrist to remind us, of what was soon to be, if i could meet you live i'd fight you one on one just you and me, i'll take off all my jewelry and show you how a nigga get down, i'm from st louis what's up with the kid took her from peacefully getting rest too a hospital bed, my baby girl is dying and it's killing me, overprotective i get it it's been instilled ever since i watched her explain to me all the shit that her parents ain't know, ever since then seeing her cry just became the regular no, i tried my hardest to keep her straight and her head on right, but in the process of doing so i be losing mine, wanna see her shine but when you come round you soak up all the sunlight out her eyes, take the smile off her face and take the colour out her sky, just to hear a child tell me fuck a life i'd rather die, there's some shit that i can't explain if i tried and i try a lot, so if i, start to cry that means i'm crying for you, so don't you worry about a thing i put my life before you, and don't go running from your past i'm here, so i support you, when bullets fly and you don't bleed, just know i took it for you, my letter to you, and there's no hate in my eyes, sometimes i try to let it go, and when you see me tell me do you see pain in my eyes, or do you think i've let it go, should i let it go, now here you got this seventeen year old boy, he started writing music, well he's been writing since a youngin' but he never used it, he went from writing bout his day and how he does in school in, to talking bout his little girl cuz he's been going through it, talking bout her sadness and how her health been spiraling down, on top of that he liked to write his friends would call him a clown, on top of that ain't, feel accepted when he walked in his house, add on to that, the world is burning him out, and now he's doubting if his family even care about the shit he likes to do, bashed him when he said he rapped told him take a different route, these things can hurt when you just tryna be you, he's still dealing with the repercussions from seeing the sadness in from his girl as he saw, her mind go numb, not many people that young should witness a time so dark, and neither parent was aware of what was up with their son, not people that age should witness that kind of change, he was done, finally said fuck it he gon' go on home and fix it himself, he need the answers but his mind wasn't with it, he's head spinning like what the fuck is going on with my life, if i go this way then i'm wrong, if i go this way then i'm still wrong, i don't get it, god tell me, if this might be my last and final minutes with these pills and the sun through the shade is the only witness, all he wants is some forgiveness and peace, now he's hand shaking his knees and, his knees and his hands shaking ah' shit nice, now his phone blowing up three rings no answer, a text still no answer, is eating at him like cancer, his mother calls and he finally gets it, she like baby, put em down are you crazy just sit down this is crazy, he's heart speeding, it's racing, this room small but he pacing a smile all on his face, and his father on the way home that's why his sister shook to the bone, his hand still holding the phone but before you heard his last breath he was gone, letter to you, he died that night, yeah, and the killer still loose, still lurking, a silent weapon, it's just something that the police can't catch and, and that's depression, so i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i think i have to let it go, when you see me tell me, tell me do you see pain in my eyes, or do you think i let it go, i let it go