Letter

[John Mayer]
I'm writing you to catch you up on places I've been. And you have this letter probably got excited but there's nothing else inside it.

[Rhymefest]
All the places I've been, people I've seen, women I've sinned. Been a long time since I wrote, my friend. They say all good things gotta end. How is that? We fam, we done been through the thin and the thick. Throwing rocks at cop cars when they chase we dipped. See at eight, I had my first bag of weight and at nine, we was turned to a life of crime. Through it all we was homies. Growth and development bangin on them niggas with they hats turned the wrong way. Yeah that ghetto life got us involved with the drugs and the alcohol. Fuck en all. I'm moving out on the first bus - meet me. Said "No, Joe - you go, the hood needs me." I don't know how we arrive here but this block man, I ain't finna die here.

[John Mayer]
I'm writing you to catch you up on places I've been. And you have this letter probably got excited but there's nothing else inside it.

[Rhymefest]
When they told me you died, I was out in Japan. Upset. I never said bye to my friend. Regrets. I felt like i should of went back to the hood to protect you, but I knew it was out of my hands. We come from nowhere. I been to London, Morocco, Cuba - you ain't even suppose to go there. We from Chi-town. You went past downtown, but there's a whole world past O'hare. Yeah I'm still rhyming. Your little brother joined the military. He out in Greece on assignment. Even Ty moved down south. We thought he'd be locked up somewhere on solitary confinement. But you can go around the world and back again. Same things happening. Fiends and crack and then, white folks laughin at the Blacks and Africans. Till it's they child. Call up the state now. This just a letter I wrote to all the soldiers that fell, holding their guns bussin shots for hope.

[John Mayer]
I'm writing you to catch you up on places I've been. And you have this letter probably got excited but there's nothing else inside it.