Dear Wayne, I'm writing another letter 'cause,
You know you didn't respond, it's been a couple months.
When I speak I say what people wanna hear.
So this gon' be the last thing that they gonna hear.
This'll be the realest sh*t that I ever wrote.
You seen me falling, why you never sit down and wrote?
I would've climbed up, but now my time's up.
Swear to God man, I thought you had it lined up.
But if the Lord had a head of thorns,
Who am I but a broad with some metaphors?
Knockin' on a set of doors,
Knockin' on heaven's doors.
Let's play a game.
Just for pretend, can we play a game?
Let's act like you coming to me,
Like you laced up your shoes, started running to me.
And you was runnin' out of breath but you kept on.
'Cause you finally realized what you slept on.
If you take your own life are you a sinner?
I made you dinner.
But you better be a hell of a sprinter,
If you readin' this letter I done pulled the trigger.
I done pulled the trigger, If you readin' this letter I done pulled the trigger.
*Gun Shot*