Letter to Soulmate

Remember the days I'd write a rhyme then you'd come over I'd spew it

The vaguest haze despite the time that I put on to this stupid

fucking hobby, but it's not hobby no more now coz the truth is

I'm fucking useless without this fucking hip-hop fucking clueless 

no excuses for what you did, thought we were whole and I knew I was right,

we were a hole, and now we are through it and I'm a hare away from this rabbit hole I could sink to it 

but for now I'll sing to it, and for the record I sold my soul to the music, you knew if I go vinyl I won't spiral spin off of the truth, I was the only player that turned the tables over to you and...

The first day we clicked I snapped to the tune

you pressed play, played me the punk that's the rock in your shoe

you say weed opens your eyes to the fullest, covers the lies you must not have had an ounce of the truth

coz though we clicked I still think holding you to it was a mistake, it's great, I'm glad I can't get a hold of you stupid, little prick fucking pussy, I told you I'd do it, you were my home and my homie I hope you're homing in two a tearin apart-mentto be a lying no gooder and I'm the only one that wanted you to thrive in the booth, we clicked your clique's supposed to have your back but I turned my back too fast I must be breaking or just tearing in two, we weren't viral we're supposed to be sharing our views but the clicks stopped you left my back like spinal synovial fluid. If only you knew, just how much I felt closer to you, I'm supposed to be blue, but if could sea through, the ocean you were drowning into, the river you were crying is fuel and the dock-you-ment was filing in two