Dear Lauryn, I know you're touring so you're probably busy Its just that I'm playing Miseducation and it kinda hit me Maybe I'm that gem you talked about in Doo Wop Nails done by Koreans, c**aine stuffed in my tube socks I used to idolize you, Biggie, Foxy, and 2Pac, really you mostly Singing "Tell Him" top of my lungs Feeling you know me My cousin played ball, said he got that feeling from Kobe But it was different. When ever momma went missing Remember popping yo disc in while twisting nature's prescriptions Wishing I ruled the world like you and Nasir's depictions Broke no pot to piss in You gave me hope though My home was crazy loco Escaped by playing your vocals Cause I wasn't mamas focal She had 3 in total She'd be in the crack house Come back home and black out Throwing up on the carpet. I cleaned it up as I turned up my Walkman Kinda disheartened dreaming of my own apartment Started taking rap more serious Started missing cla** at least I wasn't missing periods, like many youth did My friend had a chance to have A son ain't choose what you did She had an abortion for A man. At times I wonder if your son Zion, He understand like you hoped he would on your records or if you'd ever come back like you never left us I too have dealt with industry pressure To me, music is precious But everybody claiming they're balling like Uncle Festor Record label investors Manipulate and molest us I mean I never had A Grammy like you But I was flipping in the ghetto on A dirty mattress too! You, ! probably see what pa**es as talent now All you need is A dance and A style its hand me down Like antiques. So damn bleak. The fans sheep Chick get shots in the a** cause they discography's trash I often ask will my pa**ion last cause they're so late to my wave Later than they say you be taking the stage They rather give yo grave than give you yo proper praise Jazz Fest bumped into you backstage Im still amazed Would've given you this letter. Our dressing room was adjacent But I need some advice so I decided to save it How you stayed sane in A game full of foes? And remain Queen when they idolizes heaux? See, I turned down A deal. Only you, and heaven knows What goes on behind closed doors My peers knocking me Execs want my p*ssy and my intellectual property I play your unplugged and shrug like "No! Not Na"Tee!" I heard about your litigations It's like you bared the cross Subject of public humilation Greatness! is what they say I'm destined for I guess the game is all the same, whether chess or checker board It's all about perspective. I wonder if you met me as an adolescent Would you have given young Na'tee advice on your profession You could have saved me from this bullsh**. So many questions Now I got fans of my own and pent up aggression Cause they want records and I want my peace Trying to find myself , they trying to find my new release Cause they say I do for them, what you do for me And we both bullsh**ting. both went missing While the s** kittens k**ing it! They so consistent Why keep complaining bout the game and how its different See, you raised me kinda sorta And how you left the game is like you kinda made an orphan out of your daughter Not on some Stan shxt. Just understand this I'm from the streets where we hardly see a healthy balance See, I'm kinda sorta ratchet but Im hella woke Third eye open like a savage So I do not fit their female rapper package Imagine,! only positive role model you had Remember at the apollo when they boo'd you but what followed Would quickly help me define my path So if you never write again or touch a mic again Dont ever think your light will dim. All those insightful hyms Assured me that everything's everything Made it cool to be a Queen and you schooled me how to rule my Regime