Letras
This is an open letter to myself and to the fans
And to my partner 20 years written as a helping hand
I'm hoping that he hears it and he makes himself a plan
A selfish man, is the only one to save a selfish man
Fans hittin my DMs, clamoring for ces cru
I never wanted to be the performer to fall hardest
Makin me wonder how long I've been standin next to
A disrespectful moral less con artist
Had a suspicion before all the cons started
But I kept it silent inside I felt remorse
I kept it fly I was pilotin with the force
I hit the trench and I swore I was on target
Blindfolded, I'd line em up in a row
Numb as fuck to reality firing up a bowl
Burn it then load another my eyes shut and that's so
I'm ignorant, full of bliss and can't find what I should know
I had a sense like spidey I felt tingles
Performing as a duo, somehow I felt single
George Harrison death, left flyin with one wing like
Lennon and Paul mixed so somebody tell Ringo
Permanent ink was killin my instincts now
Will I survive it or will I go extinct?
I let it sink in, throw a dart at my chest
Broken hearted for ces, although it's hard to accept, ah
We can reflect on the art forever etched
Letting go of people you love is part of death
We built a colosseum like the architects of Rome
As it crumbled into dust, in the dark I wept alone
To move forward, you have got to grow and learn
When an actor breaks a leg that will stop a show for sure
Y'all fed him fuckin drugs, this was not of your concern
A phoenix resurrects yes, but not before it burns
...and now the critics writing articles and laughin
The molecule collision and the particle reaction
Unless you were inside then it's hard to know what happened
When you're treated like a freak, in a carnival attraction
With patrons throwin peanuts while they're watchin us get beat up
Intoxicate the climate while they're signin up to see us
They whine about the absence while they lining up the key bumps
Never asked about his condition or findin out how he was
Chasin a dragon, we're supposed to chase a dream
Now they're chasin after smoke with no location or lead
Just know he's sittin somewhere, solo wasted indeed
His addiction and a demon's the only face that you feed, look
Fuck you expect when you donate to a fiend?
Your grip tighten the grip and there's no escape, what he need
Is for y'all to just let him be, a dollar won't set him free
All it really does is increase throttle and chemistry
Emancipation only comes to those who choose it
How many wish they had a job as wonderful as music
My gift is clarity I take no comfort in confusion
Or a nostril full of nonsense and a stomach full of stupid
This is an open letter to myself and to the fans
And to my partner 20 years written as a helping hand
I'm hoping that he hears it and he makes himself a plan
A selfish man, is the only one to save a selfish man