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Creeps R UsATMOSPHERE POUR ME ANOTHER TOURDear Jacob,
I won’t take too much of your time. I know you’re trying to get you video- game grind on, and that’s fine. Just give me a second to empty my face before I go on the road again to win this paper chase. I’ve been watching you and I’m proud of you man, You’re growing up to be the best man you possibly can. I know you understand why I go out of town. I also know my days are colder when you’re not around. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be adapted to the fact that daddy never lived in the same shack. And some times a I get a pain in me stomachs pit, it’s what I get. Im convinced it’s my punishment for those nights I got drunk and let go, at some bar, in some city, with some people I don’t know. For all the times that the lines on your face remind me of the days before the dragon flies escaped. It’s a trip how you pick up all me traits, from the way spit to the fists that you make. I watch the way you try to keep you mom happy, Daddy learned that from you, you’re s’pposed to learn that from daddy. I can’t teach you much when it comes to women. I drive safe and slow but don’t know nothing ‘bout the engine. Your doing good little man, that’s all I really meant. I love you. You’re my best friend. Thanks for listening.Dear Craig,
What up bones? How it goes? Yah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old same old. Sorry that the phone calls aint’ to routine, just been runnin’ round the globe tryin’ to do my thing. Some times the weeks fly a little to fast. And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed. Other Times I’m not sittin’ on enough cash. And other times today feels to much like the past. Sometimes at night, I would watch y’all fight. A child wonderin’ why your life just ain’t alright? Whats the violence about? Why’s it in m y house? And evin the memories get turned up too loud. Yah I got issues in my head. Knew we should’ve started fixing’em back when she left you. I’m not trying to get you down, I know you’re different now. But your little man just wants you to listen now. I’m over thirty, can’t maintain relations. All these women want to hurt me, and I just don’t have the patience. I can’t trust ‘em. And they’re not much help, When they start to push and pull the buttons i don’t know my self. What pride, first, and words just my do? I’m afraid of my fate, don’t wanna turn out like you. I’ve never hit a woman. I won’t do coke. And for that alone I love you and I want to thank you old man.Dear Sean,
What’s goin’ on? Not Much to say. Just checkin’ in wit’ cha trying to see what’s wrong today. I don’t know there’s gotta be something kicking your burses. How’s the love? How’s the music? How’s the self abusiveness? Got a lot to lose, it’s breakin’ your shoulders. So you can let you paranoia place your bets for you. Too many cigarettes messin’ up your voice. Too many arguments, tryin’ to test your poise. The only women that’s loves you are fans and family. Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly. No heavy rotation an any location. You’re not ready to face hat you have no steady vocation. Plus you’re getting’ only your raps are exhausted. Stop it. Everybody know’s that you’ve lost it. Singin’ for these kids you don’t know, when you hould have been at home with your own. Instead you’re on your telephone fightin’ with your girl like it’s you against the world. Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus. Come and save him Jesus. Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and adidas. Sometimes you’re not impressed with the work you’ve done. And love isn’t love if you didn’t hurt someone. Your son says, “Hi dad.†Your dad says, “What’s up?†And me, I want to thank you, but I won’t, I’ll just say “good luck.â€[ ..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor V2
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