Letter To Tom

It made me who I am I gotta take 'em where I started

Remember when I used to leave the room and hear 'em laughing

Living out a suitcase with no money I was starving

People I grew up with would see me and walk right past me

Now they beg for my for attention

Post traumatic stress, I've seen some things I'll never mention

Rap to vent all my depression, this my form of self expression

Every time I'm in my hometown feel the pressure and the tension

Still got ten toes down, but most my people in the sky

Snakes smiling in my face, I see the evil in their eye

If they knew how many died, they'd be thankful that we're still here living