I WROTE A LETTER ft. Tmcthedon & Jordan Ali Lyrics

I wrote a letter to you daddy

I want you to know that your little man is trying but your little man is dying inside

Cause I've been walking down a long road you did me wrong, ain't show no sympathy

Crazy how the closest niggas around you turn to enemies

Had to cut some bitches off, was draining all my energy

I'm drowning, running through the rain

I wrote a letter to your daddy

I just want you to know that your little man is trying

But you left me out here abandoned don't nobody understand me

I took losses like a man see

They keep saying who the hottest

but I'm just trying to win a Grammy put my mother in the house

But what's a home without a family? I done put in so much work but

that shit still don't make me happy and my heart colder than a freezers

trying to move to Tallahassee

She gon' ride it like a Banshee

I'm the flyest like I'm Bambi

You can ride, but please don't trap me

You just gotta understand me

Now I'm heating up like volcanoes

Go everywhere they can't go I can fly and stay low

I can see your halo

I'm gonna find you

Just to tell you all you're wrongs just to remind you

And now it hurts to see you smile don't care about you

When I was growing up as a child forgetting bout you

I wrote a letter to you daddy I just want you to know

That your little man is trying but your little man is dying inside

And now I gotta move it cautions cause my love is all out

Took so many losses had no one to hold me down

Ali

Heavenly Father

You took me from thrifting shoppin and shit poppin to sold out shows and charters

Earthly Fathers

know that you tie the knot that keeps your child attached to the plot

Heavenly Father,

You guarded my niggas, kept em out of harm's way, that's why I damn near cry everytime I bow my head to pray

Earthly Fathers

There's a war outside and they skinning our children for their pride, they finding profit in gettin us outta pocket

My Muva told me I'd be a preacher, I chose teaching so I could make the sure love made its way to the destination

Now I'm a artist

Now I'm an artist trynna turn my Grandmothers land into a Garden

The camps ain't free, love ain't round, they shutting shit down, they draining the public works, and drowning us in a sea of curfews, liquor stores, and church

The News, the blues, the songs you choose, the stupid shit that make us laugh, and the cornballs that we think is wack

Guard ya hearts, protect them kids

what you consume is how you bloom

Lil black boy, lil black girl, know you're blessed when you walk in that room,

Love can leave you hurt, but hate gon' get you killed

either by them or yourself

Listen to the children when they speak, kill ya ego, and find God at the peak, amen

Amen