Memoir. - Letter 2 Self.

Yeah
I'm not gonna lie
The feeling the feeling inside
Eliminate thoughts of the high
Deteriorate hopes of the prize
Closing my eyes coping with motions arrived
Alone it won't show, dodge I hide it in pride
Owning the vibe
Mold it till sun in the sky
The clouds have been running the times and stuck is the motive surprised?
Nah
Nah
My room is where tunes circle and circle in loops
Or the tomb where I rest, silence is how it is kept
Reflecting on past not ever feeling regrets
Aim to progress you gotta just deal with some stress
Deal with some shit you can't look past nor miss
Walk through the storm, solider is covered in mist
Had took all the punches, punctured a rib and the chin
Though chances slim pushing like nothing exists
As life is a myth and failing is nothing but trips
9 told me don't quit, nigga you buggin' don't bitch
Channel emotions watch how it's making you rich
Rich in the heart and rich where you flooding ya wrist
Yeah
Yeah, where ya flooding your wrist and those that doubted it's clipped
Enjoyed ya ride ya stop have came you dip
No extra baggage storage for all of that shit
Roads decided and mine is where freedom is it
Won't do it for they I do it for me to be sane
Heart on my sleeve I speak everything into vain
Feeling like Drake the view won't ever be same
Enter the game my morals I pray won't get taint
I pray for my health, I pray for my family the wealth
I pray for my mind, I pray for the evil as well
I pray that the product always just flies off the shelf
And recite these words, this is a letter to self

Written by:
Jordan Spence

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