To: Survivor's Remorse

To: Survivor’s Remorse from LETTER

Promethazine ain’t got nothing on selling dreams…

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Vibrantly painting pictures…

As if I painted my own life…

Here’s my job, here’s my car, there’s my house, that’s my wife…

Get my degree, then I’m grown…

Cash a check, pay a loan…

Write a poem, then a song…

Write a book, buy a phone…

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And then phone home to all my homies that I left behind…

Childhood friendships end up in lost and founds like all the time…

Surviving the porch…

Surviving the stoop…

The juice, the booth, the loot, the coupes, the oops, the roofs, the tools…

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This is the revenge for the dreamers…

This a stabilizer for the leaners…

And I ain’t tryna sell out arenas…

Cause I don’t want nothing to come between us…

To Butterfly Jill (I)

To: Butterfly Jill (I) from LETTER

If I was left another chance to do right… I would do right…

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Let me show you I’ve emerged…

I’m submerged in blessings…

Yet still…

I’m sorry for never being sorry before…

We both went over the hill…

But only Jack came back…

Jill…

Will…

You come back over one day…

I’m here waiting…

Patiently pacing myself so I don’t give up anytime soon…

I know…

I know you had to change your caterpillar ways…

You have much more space now to roam and fly as you please…

Part of me always hopes you’ll end up flying back to me…

Butterfly Jill…

I wish it was the 90’s again…

I found love in you that is timeless…

Take time to think of me…

To: Tamera

To: Tamera from LETTER

I write…

I’m a testament to my testimony…

Live life…

Feels like I lost my holy matrimony...

But matrimony’s neither here nor there…

At times I miss the darker days when I didn’t care…

At times I miss the selfish days when I didn’t share…

Cause now my other half is gone; Tia no Tamera…

Yea, me with no Tamera…

We all want to love right, we just don’t want to to share…

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But on a deeper note, I’ll buy you deeper totes...

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Yea on a deeper note, I’ll send you beeper notes…

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You’re my…

Renegade, you’re my innocence…

You’re my…

Lemonade, make my thirst quench…

You’re my…

Silent poem, you’re my inner vent…

I don’t think its chance… I know you’re heaven sent…

So…

Pardon me, it’s hard for me, to see the King in me, without my Queen to be, I’m trying desperately, to find the best in me, you found what’s left in me..

And made me a better man…