I care too much for you Why am I still here You told me to go away (tell me why you're still here) Still I decide to stay I think I care too much Verse
too pale, maybe I was too fat Maybe you had better, better luck in the sack No formal education, I swore way too much I swear you didn't care 'cause
don't move me no more And I don't even mind All these things I keep Without caring too deep Gonna put it to sleep I can run much faster When nothing
you this type of letter but I shouldn't worry Too much because we raised you better, me and my momma And I know that you gonna represent and thank you for the letters
's not And ya' know what? It's even worse They got us killin' over turfs I don't know when the last time I went to church Can't sleep, doin' too much
for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Blacks is
for I don't care for wearin' silk cravats Ruby studs, satin spats Don't mean a thing All I care about is love All he cares about is love Give me two Eyes
my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at Your girl's a rat Tell that ho I'm not gonna beep her back Dont need her black Got too many other
Or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-i-crooked letter, crooked letter, i Crooked letter, crooked letter
a Dear Young letter Killin' 'em young, you shoulda known better I pay too much, you niggas play to much Let the swag do the talking, I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much
to pray You strike the match, why not be utterly changed by fire To sacrifice the shadow and the mist Of a brief life you never much liked So if you'd care
the sack no formal education and I swore way to much but I swear you didn't fucking care cause we were in love so as I write this letter and shead my
love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at your girl's a rat tell that ho im not gonna beep her back dont need her black got too many other
much I've been sending you letters, trying to call you But I can't seem to get in touch I bet your mom and dad are scared of me Or maybe they just care
Blind girl I missed you I've missed you so much I've been sending you letters, trying to call you But I can't seem to get in touch I bet your mom
the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President [Big Syke] Blacks
