Lyrics Open Letter III - DAP The Contract

Ut sementem feceris
Ita metes
As you sow, so you reap
So you are reaping what you have sown today

If I could only say one thing to y′all
I would say it all
I don't know where to go from here
But I know God involved
And He seen it all

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Mama said baby don′t lose yourself, 'cause it ain't worth it
Everybody got they shit nobody′s perfect
Everybody did they bid and now they working
And that shit working, yeah
It is what it is, I did what I did
I did it my way, never let nothing get in my way
They said I went rogue, they said I went waste
But they don′t know my pain
They said I got lost, I took my space
But can't get out my brain
Nah they don′t know what this takes
But I'm so tired of explaining
So I went ghost, two fingers up for the love
I switch it up for the haters
F*ck what they say don′t hold weight
I'm cooking what they couldn′t cater
I put funds in the bank, my bae put food on my plate
I'm from the west till the grave
She from the south like Decatur
I miss my bro I can't lie, I′m staying fly with my cape
Wish I could fly to the moon, I′d live inside my own crater
Wish I could take it way back, when vinyls spill out the crate
They bump my shit in the trenches, I'm military like bape, yeah

But everybody got they way in life
I done been on the road for so long
I miss my guys
I never knew I was so strong this can′t be mine
This shit ain't right, nah this can′t be life
When papa died in that crash
Man I just couldn't understand
Too young I couldn′t comprehend, but I get it now I'm a man
Mama held me so tight, she couldn't explain it I guess
So we just pray to the lord and still we fly Peter Pan
Then grandma died in the house, she used to grade all my sh*t
I went to school and came back to pictures all over the crib
I think about the whole clan, like if we ain′t make it for real
Would anyone understand why I ain′t take a deal?
Father lord hold me tight, I know I've been a stranger
See I had thought it was time
But I can wait, you the maker
I think they boxing me in, my cubicle full of paper
Sh*t said I just wanna be great
Why it′s always something that's greater?
And I ain′t wanna be famous, but I can handle the changes
See all the love that I gave
And I wouldn't change it for haters
Still number 10 on my back
I′m signing out, f*ck rap
I'm signing in, count my winnings
Just hold this sh*t till I'm back
But I can′t live in the past, I used to live for tomorrow
I′m living now living fast, I hope my children don't follow
If heaven knock on my door
Ain′t got no questions to ask
It's time to go hit the gas
And I just hope this shit lasts

The thing is to, congratulate you
And grandma joins me in givin you this message
All the best
If I could only say one thing to y′all

I would say nothing