Letter 2 Buddha

I look into the self through the bathroom mirror

Wondering what is fake life what is real life

Just another drink or just another thriller

Or just another man uh try to get on the fella

About to fake it, life fake, like how we used to be

When we boys were young

Where the vision through my eyes to see

Now the vision that I see, blurs my reality

From the dream baby girl I thought we were one team

Buddha's all good cuz it ain't mad at you

I'll let you go in, below my buddha

Naggy just my ex and my ex attitude

More ******* on my **** just to fall over

But just let me stay real, wait you for a minute

Learn from the pain and mistake that comes with it

Ace like Rocco better recognize the endless

But no boys on the beat you know what the deal is

Scaling up the men just to the end to the finish

For a real piece of money kinda type that we never did it

Cuz you are still willing to be feeling like upgrading

Pimping on these women got me feeling like Scottie

Asian race, purple lace, purple haze, blaze to my mind

Knows no pain, in the rain with the water down my face

I can only pray for a better day to come to my race

Dear Buddha, I know you here to save

But I been struggling a little late

Tryna cake up while I bake up

With cheetahs on the side like to race us

But that afraids me, lover hate me

I swear I am sick and never ever break me

Stubborn stone cuz my mind is gone

To another zombie on the human form

I don't give a ****, boy

With the dream in a **** with this one love

A side of me has to real itself

And sometimes in life, that is just not enough

So what the wealth, so what the fame

So what it on, so the claim never change

Fake yes, mob is climbin through the gambling

Keep it real while I stay the same

Hey it's life Rocco