M.O.A ANTHEM

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me
I know your life a challenge
And everything you thought you knew is hanging off balance
I wish that I could talk to you and tell you about your parents
Your daddy was a mess
But your mom was always there

I know how it feel
You're looking for a father in a figure that couldn't even bother to pick up a finger
Why'd it have to happen to me?
I remember waiting for so long and thinking every call is from him
But now I hope it's from the police
You may not see it now
But there's a couple things to look forward to
Don't worry about them girls ignoring you
I promise that you're really important
You were born an artist
Ain't nothing is wrong with you
So I hope you get this letter I wrote for you
I hope you get it together and hold it through all of the bullshit everybody throws at you
Cause you were chosen to be great

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me, the way you feel is valid
Just please don't let it ruin how you feel about yourself the way that I did
Maybe you can find a better way to cope about it
Maybe you can have a little more to show about it than me

Dear me
I'm sorry that your life is such a mess
In my defense, I've never done this shit before
I try to digress from the cycles that been stretching me thin
But in the end, I think that's just what I'm destined for

Fuck an Aventador
You can barely rent a door
Better get your priorities straight before them benders, boy
And by the time you an adult
The world is getting destroyed
Propaganda on TikTok, military deployed
So I'm writing this letter for you, I hope that you get it
I'm not trying to scare you, I just want you to be different
Don't take the paths that I did, and do the things I didn't
And no, the grass color ain't gonna change from who you live with
Don't put down the pens and accept the fact that you were gifted
I mean, Just look at all the shit that you have written
Please don't get harassed, let it out on all the stupid bitches
One day you gon' get a reference

Don't look at your past and get overwhelmed with only the regrets
I promise it's not worth the pain that you get in your chest
I never thought I'd make it to the day where I'd be saying
That I wrote a letter for my younger self
That letter said

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me, I know your life a challenge
And everything you thought you knew is hanging off balance
I wish that I could talk to you and tell you about your parents
Your daddy was a mess
But your mom was always there

Osix Lamonte x Rambo - Halloween

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