You see these scratches and these bruises?
Me neither, I don't these phonies be a nuisance,
You see, I like to dread the poor in all the richness,
Put the wealthy on my hit list,
Look down upon the real, boys and girls and grant their wishes,
The schools don't like you cause you think like me,
Say you got nothing to offer cause you smell like ****,
And if the moment ever came, when we were higher than the trees,
We would look down at them and say "Oh, yo now I see"

This is my letter to myself,
And when you read this you'll be wise enough to see that life,
Ain't always what it seems,
I wish you happiness and wealth,
I know you lovin' every moment as the minute,
I always wanted to be sane,
I'm glad you made it this far,
I'm glad you made it this far.

Cause I'm gonna take in this anger and the amusement,
Yeah, it's confusing maybe cause I'm scared to lose it,
That every time I try to look into the future,
I see mistakes of the past,
Afraid to do to next what I did to the last,
It's passion, it's presence, it's lust, is it love?
Is it the action, it's the essence,
**** it, all the above,
That got me feeling this way,
And I know I made some mistakes,
When I opened up this letter,
I bet I'll remember this day.