We Don’t Talk, i’m weak
So much pent up frustration my emotions might just leak
I grew sick
I found purpose in the booth
If I’m not rapping I’m making beats
Apparently Its therapeutic I’m on my feet
Growing up i wasn’t taught it was Okay to feel
Convinced myself i don’t like to talk, shouldn’t burden no one with my problems, but still
In my emotional absence you been there for me
So many walls between us and all of them I’m to blame
It so happens to be
Just like my father i got some temper right
Hid it so well only you can spot it out
You never lean on me, rely on no one what’s that about
I’m uncomfortable with being vulnerable
Slowly learning
My world is turning
We Don’t Talk, i’m weak
So much pent up frustration my emotions might just leak
I grew sick
I found purpose in the booth
If I’m not rapping I’m making beats
Apparently Its therapeutic I’m on my feet
Working on myself
Only got myself
Preaching to the universe
I don’t mean to asperse, see
I don’t wanna be like my father nearly fifty living cheque to cheque
Or rather like my mother early forties still tryna figure things out
On god i can’t deal with this
Watch my heros fall my mom turned into a charity case
Living off of handouts
I got eyes on my back
Pressure on my shoulders
Ain’t nobody told us
It sucks getting older
I’m glad i haven’t lost my sanity
Letter to the Younger Me
Listen
We Don’t Talk, i’m weak
So much pent up frustration my emotions might just leak
I grew sick
I found purpose in the booth
If I’m not rapping I’m making beats
Apparently Its therapeutic I’m on my feet
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