Letras
FROM ME TO ME
Well this a letter to my future self, baby girl hey how you doin?
Its been a couple years since you first spat, now are you fluent,
In the, craft that you so love, have you made waves?
Are contemplating rhymes at 3 am, or are you stressed? hey
Just listen to me, take a deep breath and hear me straight,
All you wanted was to make music that slaps and resonates,
Have you been criticised? Built a thick skin? You still tryna change the world
A lyric at a time, or has the doubt settled in?
Genuine question has it?
Or have you just ran out of fucks? And given up that’s tragic
Are you still grounded, has the ground swallowed you up?
eating on some humble pie, your ego ran amuck?
These are questions, answer me please, cos you might be sittin in a kushti limousine,
Or maybe working three jobs cos life’s super mean,
Well I don’t know, you tell me
Inshallah you’re the same through ups and downs despite the money
cos if I looked you in your eyes would I see your soul?
Or maybe someone that I didn’t know
A couple years back you said, you did this for the music,
Still doing small venues? have you garnered more influence?
If so, have you made sure you’re educating the youth?
Backed anger with statistics and provided all the proof
Built bridges with those that hate when know you also have the room
Cos if you’re working to be decent, recognise you’re fucked up too
Im fucked up,
you’re fucked up,
we're fucked up
And we’re still fuck ups,
Did you, do your masters and PhD with your friend?
An academic spitting bars and writing books with the same pen
Deal with all your shit or still pretend?
That fixing peeps to bury problems is the path to feel content?
Hmm.. Theres still a lot to learn, despite diplomas and the pats on the back that you might earn
Swallow your pride if you get burned,
"امشي وره لِبچيك بدال لِضحكك"
that I’ve discerned
Wait a minute, before the hook makes a return