TAC XII - Dear You lyrics

Sometimes my brain inks these letters- can't decide where to send em Maybe to the girls I couldn't get, in a year they'll regret it Seams like in most these situations have my feelins neglected But when that hype starts to build And they hear my records I'll prally get the chance to choose f** a fear of rejection Or, Maybe ill direct this to my cousin Trynna find words stronger than I love him, or I miss him Cause really what the f** is Rikers Island when you talking a national prison Now we know you f**ed your life up, became to brash for decisions But theres a part of me that blames myself cause I watched from a distance I should've been the voice of reason, someone close who could listen I should of had my arms stretch wide just to catch you from slippin' See my momma thinks its best that you caught you a sentence But she prays that the lord forget about her and shower you with those blessings Cause its, T-minus 23 till our paths are contingent to meet him So in 2035 when you taking them steps of freedom They'll think TI's coming out that b**h, Twelve busses out front to meet him At least that's the plan tho, Trynna rock stages from Crikect Amp to Japan Show my critics and my fans that the love and hates what I need Cause we at that point where we trade our hopes and dreams for degrees And some of those lower GPA's for M4s and fatigues Sign down our name to get blown away by grenades over seas All for a country that doesn't give a f**, Built off slaves and disease So pardon me if I decide to jump ship See I get the love from the small circle I run with And they been supporting me like its court ordered or some sh** And if I get the chance I'll get em anything just to show em the feeling is cordial Show em that we more than pushin' papers and that store in the corner Tell our parents you ain't gotta work no more see this tourin took care of the mortgage Leave my sisters and her families unemployment But my monthly check will resemble miniature fortunes I know ya'll can only hear but believe that my vision is gorgeous Living the life with the ones I love on some cribs thats enormous On some colton I can't hear what the f** you sayin' and we on the same porch sh** Van Gogh on his f**in prime a starry night couldn't paint a prettier portrait But all in all to sum up what a wise man once said “Its really your admiration thats yearned” So if my message gets lost along the way or my intentions seam blurred I pen that sh** sincerely tac, to whom evers concerned