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To Whom It May Concern
- {Verse 1}
- Feel like nobody really knows the real me,
- Or half of the shit that I've been through.
- So fuck it, I'ma tell 'em like this—
- Raised by hippies been trippin' since the sixties.
- Still hear the tarot cards shufflin',
- Superstition over Jesus, always thought that shit was puzzlin'.
- Ben and my older peers cookin' glass at Pops',
- Didn't take long before I figured out what they got.
- Blowin' out microwaves like junkies blowin' out veins,
- Young enough to watch it, old enough to remember the names.
- Good kid back home, in the streets a fuckin' menace,
- Two different versions of me depending on the entrance.
- Learned early everybody got a side they keep hidden,
- Whole lotta shit around me nobody would've mentioned.
- So when somebody tell me that they know who I am,
- Motherfucker, you know what I show—you don't know who I been.
- I came from weird shit, poverty mixed with dysfunction,
- Tarot on the table while the whole house was jumpin'.
- Somehow made a life from everything I was given,
- Now I'm rappin' out the parts that I spent years keepin' hidden.
- {Hook}
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- You only know the side I let you see.
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- Whole lotta history underneath.
- Smile for the picture, look happy,
- That's just one little piece of me.
- You might know my name, know my face,
- But you don't know the real me.
- {Verse 2}
- Doin' better than I was back in '03,
- When my whole damn world flipped right in front of me.
- Shit was traumatizing, happened in my living room,
- One minute they was laughing, next thing—fuckin' boom.
- Too young to fight back, I just stood there stunned,
- Like somebody hit pause and disconnected everyone.
- He was lucky he survived after one to the dome,
- I was young as fuck learning nowhere really feels like home.
- Born around fire and brimstone,
- Never could connect with the pastors on the pulpit.
- Everybody preaching like they knew where God lived,
- Meanwhile I'm looking at my life like, "Where the fuck is He?"
- Ran the streets with the mystics and the misfits,
- Tarot cards shuffled while the Ouija board shifted.
- Jesus on the wall, superstition in the kitchen,
- No wonder I grew up questioning every damn religion.
- So when you see me now, understand what you're seeing:
- I'm every fucked up contradiction that made me a human being.
- Good kid, street menace, skeptic still believing—
- You know my name and face, but don't know what they mean.
- {Hook}
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- You only know the side I let you see.
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- Whole lotta history underneath.
- Smile for the picture, look happy,
- That's just one little piece of me.
- You might know my name, know my face,
- But you don't know the real me.
- {Bridge}
- I'm still that kid from '03,
- Just got older, learned to hide it underneath.
- Still got questions nobody answered for me,
- Still don't know exactly what I'm supposed to believe.
- Tarot cards, street lights, crosses on the wall,
- Funny how a little kid remembers it all.
- So when I tell you that you don't really know me—
- Maybe I'm still figuring out the real me.
- {Final Hook}
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- You only know the side I let you see.
- You don't know me, you don't know me,
- Whole lotta history underneath.
- Smile for the picture, look happy,
- That's just one little piece of me.
- You might know my name, know my face,
- But you don't know the real me.
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