[Intro]
I walked home alone last night, I just want to say I miss you and that maybe we'll catch up later. I hope you're the right man that I've been waiting for. Thanks for the date, love you!
[Verse 1]
It's probably not good, cutting myself from this world
But honestly, what's on this planet can make me sick and hurl
I've tried so hard to make it's good side unfurl
But where the fuck has that gotten me, it's messed up, girl
I go over to the church and try to help some people
But all I get in return is a hanging from the steeple
I listen to your voice and it makes me calm and time halts
Whenever I see you I swear to god I want to waltz
But now you're being clingy, probably wanting protection
I know you probably love me but now it's time to make a confession
I want to save the world, make it more peaceful for all
But in return all I do is make that girl bawl
I feel like an ass, and maybe I should back up and crawl
It's a whole new world, a whole new order, and the entire planet wants their new borders
Wars in the Middle East threaten world peace and them wars unlock my Inner Beast
I put my hood up so people can know who I am
Don't need no other confirmation that I'm Sam
Some days I feel like sleeping in, watching the world crumble
It's equivalent to dropping a football for a fumble
As in a football as a suitcase nuke
The kind that Bush carried around to rebuke Osama
I don't think our current president does that, Obama
I don't want to see my earth crack like an egg
God knows it's already walking on one peg
I'm trying to raise awareness for what I mean
But the only thing so far going for me is being clean
Sometimes I go on vacation for my label
Rap out my meanings, it's almost like a fable
I write to my family at times, asking them if they can get by
But it's tough, it's hard, sometimes I think they want to die
But I write right back to them, telling them to fight the good fight
Because it's a feat of strength, a feat of good might
So I sit outside in the cold NYC weather, I don't know better, chilled to the bone
Cause i'm waiting for those good ol' letters from home
[Hook]
Every morning I wake and see the sun
I remember that I'm still not done
I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope
I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope
Letters from home, letters from home
Don't you know those letters from home
[Verse 2]
Now it's a whole new level, set above any other
God bless America, because we're going undercover
I know and see that I'm not real public yet
But I will make this message heard, you bet
It's like i'm in match, point, set
Consistent as a tennis player dealing the layer of naysayer and not even Jay Day Mayer can make me safer
It's certain people on this planet that make life bad
It's certain people on this planet that make shit sad
Sometimes I walk in the snow at night just to get the thrill of that chill and not even the run of the mill can distill what I kill
If I killed you once, I don't want to do it twice
That's how I feel with the Earth, I feel it's in a vice
I fight like a super-soldier, moving those boulders for my troops to march
The metaphorical boulder typically being a nuclear park
We shoulda learned some damn lessons from Chernobyl
And maybe I'm writing about global warming, that's sure noble
But no, this song ain't about that at all
In reality I don't mind if that mall has a couple of stalls
That sell destruction squalls and it's my mating call to doom
And the fall of all that we sanctify, a wall to enlightenment
Don't make me show you enlightenment, It's only a brightened hit
And you probably wouldn't be able to take it
My troops wouldn't be able to break it
A stance that unfortunately you'd be sorely mistaken
So I throw a hoodie on, blue Aeropostale
Take to the streets, almost looking hostile
A nice pair of blue jeans, freshly washed
And you'd probably be wondering about the cost
I walk into that frigid old day
And wonder about how we got out, Yesterday
C-lec and me, we go way back
And I plan to co-sign him on more songs, ask me any day
But now it's different, this is the music industry
I'm selling but we should work together
God knows that best friends work better
Every morning I wake and see the sun
I remember that I'm still not done
I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope
I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope
Letters from home, letters from home
Don't you know those letters from home
[Verse 3]
Now it's summer again, good friends, good girls, good times
Good rhymes, remembering what I fought for, remember what I lost for
But no, this is different, this is all-out war
We're both putting out albums and millions are selling door-to-door
I try not to think about my competition
But it seems the more I do, I want to make it a vision
I don't do that, this isn't any nuclear fission
But fusion is my job, and it's time to make a petition
It's certain things on this planet that make me happy
It's certain things on this planet that make me who I AM
Now maybe I'm serious, but I'm calling enough
You gotta draw a line when I've seen the same ol stuff
Pull out something I've never seen before
Make it something that I'll never forget for sure
Turn it in to a big ass rhyme dollar on a dime
Penny for your time mime lime for a shine dine
Like a Hind on a bind find
The mastermind fine i'll help you with yo crime
Now it's time for me to get back to work
I'll see ya later, don't forget what ya heard
I gotta write back to some letters from home
[Hook 2]
Every morning I wake and see the sun
I remember that I'm still not done
I fight the good fight, even when there's no hope
I live for the good life, even when I cannot cope
Letters from home, letters from home
Don't you know those letters from home
Don't you know those letters from home
Every night I sleep and pray to God
I remember that I'm just a rod
I hold up what's important, truth be told
I live for the good life, even when I don't feel bold
I gotta write back to some old friends
Don't you know those letters from home
Don't you know those letters from home
