Dear John,

I really want to discover How to recover

I mean finally be clean That's my dream So tired of being a fien Cuz I have seen

The ugly and the dark Where do I even start?

Maybe at my childhood When things were good I really should

Have kept it that way Now I've broken away A ship sinking in the bay Area I shouldn't stay

Cuz I just won't survive So God

Tell me why? As I start to cry Will I die?

And God said You're better off dead Then having meth in your head So instead

Of it always on your mind You need to draw the line You're running out of time So here's a sign

You can't see inside your body How it's rotting But you keep talking

That nothings wrong But you'll be gone

Sooner than you think As you write with ink On the brink

Of your body disintegrating As you're fading But you keep praying And all I'm saying

Is I don't answer prayers When you don't care I think that's fair But you share

Your pain and your sorrow Not thinking about tomorrow Youve gone to far tho When you beg and borrow

And cheat and steal You could have bought a meal So just keep it real When you tell me how you feel So here's the deal

I help those who help themselves You got no one else Not thinking about your health So keep your prayers to yourself Or else

You'll just see black And that's that Can't get another sack So who you sad at?

You should have used your brain Now cry about your pain? This ain't a game How many times youve gone insane You're sad at the rain And all I'm saying Is stop prayin

This letter i hope you read Yeah word, keep it in your head Should have listened to me instead So sorry Soon you will be dead

Inspired by Stan by Eminem