dear future
i know we don't talk much
i'm always rapping and hoo-blah
and hanging out with such and such
locked inside the music
honing skills to make you laugh
put words together in a way hoping they will last
i hope it's half full if we're talking bout the glass
i look and see enough plus extra every time i glance
no longer talking bout the glass but everything with class
if i recall you're half naked, you try, that's all i ask
naw, you aint the smoothest but to me you are the coolest
when it comes to being beautiful it's like they need schooling
a cut above the rest
a completely different level
let me stop and ask, is this letter even helping?
oh well, if i'm losing, i'll do it a lil better
sincerely ...
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