Dear me, it's been quite a while since we had a chat You went away but we love you and we need you back Over time, it seems you may have lost your way But hopefully, there's still a chance it's not too late If this message finds you in time and you're doing well If you're reading it and you're still alive and not in jail Do something worthwhile and positive, make history Don't die a mystery... Sincerely, me I always considered myself the exception to the rule that I would never Sell my soul to be excepted or be thought of as cool But that's exactly what I ended up doing, low key I called my people nigga, and nigga's what they called me Somewhere along the path, I guess I kinda lost my way Everybody else way saying it, so I thought it would be okay I even made up rules like "I can say it, because I'm black" I can sing it in a song, but you can't sing it back I told myself I took control of the word, jokes on me Cause I call mySELF a nigga now, they don't need to say it B Negro, nigger, nigga it's all the same I identify with this word more than my own name But I have remember where that shit came from tho, nowhere nice These people took me and sold me for a fucking price They didn't bother to learn MY name, instead they gave me this And I proudly embrace it like it's some kind of gift But it's not a gift it's a mutherfucking racial slur Blacks, whites, hispanics nobody use the word How about instead when we refer to one another We use a word more appropriate like I don't know - brother? Dear me, it's been quite a while since we had a chat You went away but we love you and we need you back Over time, it seems you may have lost your way But hopefully, there's still a chance it's not too late If this message finds you in time and you're doing well If you're reading it and you're still alive and not in jail Do something worth while and positive, make history Don't die a mystery... Sincerely, me I'm not exactly sure when or where along the road My women stopped being women and became bitches and hoes But I know I have a son and my son has a mother And even though we're not together anymore, I still love her Yeah we had our issues, and I did some things that I regret But that doesn't make her less than human or undeserving of respect Her name ain't bitch and it shole ain't ho And even though we may never be cool again, she needs to know that God put her on this earth to be the cradle of life And I should have been more appreciative when she was my wife Now I can't turn back the hands of time to try make it right It's best to wish her well and to have a happy life But what I take from that I needed to show some more respect For one of the greatest gifts from God - the fairer sex And if I'm lucky enough to ever fall in love again As God is my witness, I'll be a better Ken For the rest of you men out there, stunting and trappin' Not only are they not thots and hoes, we're blessed to have em That if it weren't for my mother, there would be no me And for the record, there's no hoes in my family tree Dear me, it's been quite a while since we had a chat You went away but we love you and we need you back Over time, it seems you may have lost your way But hopefully, there's still a chance it's not too late If this message finds you in time and you're doing well If you're reading it and you're still alive and not in jail Do something worth while and positive, make history Don't die a mystery... Sincerely, me If I could facetime my younger self, or send a letter What would I say? Probably that I could do better I've taken a lot of short cuts and what not over the years Made a lot of mistakes cried a lot of tears Done a lot of things, that I probably shouldn't a did And said a lot of things I probably shouldn't a said Honestly, I'm kind of surprised I'm still alive But here I am, the real me trying to survive I put a message in a bottle and I let it go There were some things to be said, that I needed to know Like it's never too late to try, and I'm damn near fifty Change starts from within, and it's about me So before I tell somebody else how to live and what to say I gotta read this letter and fix Ken Bray And when I perfect them maybe I can judge you better But for now I'll keep writing letters to me Dear me, it's been quite a while since we had a chat You went away but we love you and we need you back Over time, it seems you may have lost your way But hopefully, there's still a chance it's not too late If this message finds you in time and you're doing well If you're reading it and you're still alive and not in jail Do something worth while and positive, make history Don't die a mystery... Sincerely, me

Dear your name here It's been a long time, a very long time Since I've heard your voice And I bet she never thought I was So sorry so. I've had a hard time, very hard time Seeing less of you. I never thought you knew. So can you see You're seeing less of me darling. And you're blind to the fact that my Heart stopped beating. And I'm as good as dead, And I'm as good as dead, Dear I forgot your name again Just picking up where I left off. This is the part where you leave me. So sorry so. I've had a hard time, very hard time Seeing less of you. I never thought you knew, So can you see You're seeing less of me darling. And you're blind to the fact that my Heart stopped beating. So can you see You're seeing less of me darling. And you're blind to the fact that my Heart stopped beating. And I'm as good as dead, And I'm as good as dead, This is all I have to say. To say So can you see You're seeing less of me darling. And you're blind to the fact that my. Heart stopped beating, So can you see You're seeing less of me darling. And you're blind to the fact that my Heart stopped beating.

I was walking down 57th street towards Park With the same old song in my same old heart Making plans I'm gonna do when I get older Passed a gray-haired man and I found his eyes It's like he knew my thoughts and he read my mind Saying life is gonna find you when it's supposed to Felt my feet stop short and I turned my head Tried to lean into every word he said Then he said When you are younger You'll wish you're older Then when you're older You'll wish for time to turn around Don't let your wonder turn into closure When you get older When you get older Have I killed my thoughts right before their prime? Have I bit my tongue one too many times? Have I said it all the way I really meant to? If I wait 'til my tomorrow comes Is the waiting all I've ever done? And will I get to Get to know myself in the place I am Get to fall in love with another man and understand When you are younger You'll wish you're older Then when you're older You'll wish for time to turn around Don't let your wonder turn into closure When you get older When you get older When you are younger You'll wish you're older When you get older You'll wish for time to turn around Don't let your wonder turn into closure When you get older When you get older