Unread Letters feat SEVENTH SONG

SEVENTH SONG feat. RICHMOND sevennnn check, check why do I take this shit so personal burning heavy bearing demons on my soul collateral damage im not in control you know that i know that you think im just a fool. i cant even ask ya how do i get outta this whole ive been flying low for so long ive been lying low for so long it feels so hollow even tho I finally made it feeling like i hit the lotto I use to be a criminal maybe im just a criminal just getting good at being an animal screaming at the ceiling trying to loose this feeling If you find my letters one day, don’t return them to the sender I’m the stamp that never stuck, the truth too bitter to handle im coping i promise im dealing back against the wall ill push this mother fucker till it falls grinding from the drop tilll i loose my top can't stop hoping it dont flop beyond return why not im a fucking juggernaut push me to the place I need to feel pushing at the rivets building pressure untill I tip it fuck it lets rip it lets rip it lets go listen to the flow ill go tip toe yelling dronamoe from the very top belly flop on the game im not the same lion walking around cant you see my main ill take the game make them feel it do you feel it do you feel it music in my soul just a tool for my soul its a duel within feels so right but im in a tail spin I get it i get it loosen control, have to take it on the chin I got to much to loose, I gotta win gotta win im on my knees praying with a devilish grin I can't help these fucking tendencies remedies for destruction im not saying I gave up im just saying I no ive been riding on luck I geuss i need some more worn torn just scorn warned before it's what's instore I just leaning heavy on a encore like they all want more trying to make my bed wile im still laying hear resting my head. like momma always said you gotta make your bed screaming at the ceiling trying to loose this feeling If you find my letters one day, don’t return them to the sender I’m the stamp that never stuck, the truth too bitter to handle im coping i promise im dealing back against the wall ill push this mother fucker till it falls Yo, it's Richmond I used to pray for wins.... but guess God don’t call back? Phone on silent, inbox colder than rail bench in winter and every one I loved is busy being human somewhere else. They said I was different then left me in the dark with it I learned they can be arm’s length close but galaxies away from me I'm not your hero, I’m the crack behind the gleam; and when the world goes quiet, I’m the one that haunts your dream Perfection hides in all the vanishing seams and I keep losing myself in the leaving, like the world stands still when someone is grieving, like love that fades away before you believe in it like every door I close keeps reappearing, does silence itself has some meaning? I keep a ledger of quiet crimes: times I didn’t speak, nights I didn’t sleep, mornings I lied I’m fine. Beats leak down the alley, blue notes like bus tickets to a better hour I talk to walls and read smoke signals from your cigarette count footfalls on stairwells to measure the weight of being missed Here clock hands bruise my wrists with minutes I can’t spend I rehearse the truth in a language that keeps breaking in my mouth Some nights I’m a runway of unslept hours jets of memory lifting, landing, never parking I build empires of meaning out of afterthoughts and ash Never had trust issues – they had me. Opened doors, poured drinks, gave keys. They wiped their feet… called it love while loading the slug. And did I change? No, I doubled the risk, I still wanna trust, still wanna believe, Never tried to stop the world but I thought of it. When the noise got too loud, I just sat in it. Blood-thirsty dogs bark close to my face, but I breathe through it Mirror lookin’ at me like it knows too much, asks, who you really trust? The lines blur I don’t know what’s real, screens talk back, but my pulse don’t feel. They want rage I give calm instead, sit cross-legged while the crown bleeds red. So you think I don’t know life? I taught myself mercy when the world built walls. I’ve made peace with the fire just to walk beside it. You brag about scars you just rehearsed I carried mine till they learned to speak in verse. Forgiveness ain’t softness it’s pressure refined. It’s years of conscience on overtime. You thought I was soft ‘cause I spoke like a poet, but I lace metaphors with warheads, and you didn’t know it. Now im just sitting here screaming at the ceiling trying to loose this feeling im coping i promise im dealing So if you find my letters keep ‘em. When the city forgets my name, read me out loud like a small rebellion. I wasn’t made for easy endings but I was made to mean.