I've been writing letters since that confession Was beaten out of me and now I'll spend my life alone We are all children whose fate was sealed When
I've been writing letters since that confession Was beaten out of me and now I'll spend my life alone We are all children whose fate was sealed When it
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought
: There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write. There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she
your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissin' and i miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Just run outside
joke...Forgive me please as I quote... "This is a letter of thanks, as I'm so bored here in I can't say where. So I'm writing to people that I may never
twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed, "Fuck the world!" (I'm Slim Shady..) so come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me twenty-five times
back down And I was hoping things were better Something we could write in letters, singing This is where we are, here and counting scars The fight for something greater left us dead
next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me I said I'm right next door to hell An so many eyes are on me Right next door to hell I got nowhere
me But with my eyes as wide as pearls My only centerpiece Is taken like a dead mans urn and tossed into the sea Write me like a letter And dot your
to collect dead bodies, beyond sorry Sorry for the sons of these nations, in death there?s no war reparations [Chours] {x2} Life is hell, this is hell Write me
to collect dead bodies, beyond sorry Sorry for the sons of these nations, in death there's no war reparations [Chorus x2:] Life is hell, this is hell Write me
and sell weight niggas Verse 2: Jay-Z I got the Feds sendin me letters cause I'm schoolin the youth But they can't lock me down cause my tool is the
my coffin. "Roses to deaden the clods as they fall." "Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly. "Play the dead march as you carry me along. "Take me
me along. "Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me, "I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." "Then go write a letter to my grey-haired
of black, you best prepare a speech say something funny, say something sweet but don't say that you loved me Cause I'm still breathing And we've been dead
Up from the ground up son, you get the picture If not, write it down, take a picture Pretend a poor exotic shit, keep me lifted, sum'in retarded You