Open Letter by Mit MJ Rips Lyrics
This is an open letter to the people
Who were signs of hope in my mind…
{Verse 1: Mit MJ Rips]
I'm sitting out in the rain
About to show my real pain
What if is what I say?
I will keep it at bay
I'm ready to export
Came back with this retort
I want a better day
I was a little cray
Now I would be your shining knight
I will do anything to smite
A dragon until it is dead
Everytime I go to bed
I keep on having the same dream
It changes but keeps the same theme
So it always ends with us
As we begin to discuss
[Verse 2: Mit MJ Rips]
Back when Dim Tim was so demoralized
I remember looking into your eyes
Remember texting and waiting Sky
The day before I wanted to die
I am so grateful that you're there still
Now I was so hateful that I would spill
Thank you for helping me gain peace
Thank you for keeping me sane niece
Just remember that we are always family
Wherever I may be, was stuck in rhapsody
If the tide would turn my bad health would burn
I still think of someone in the gold urn
I was haunted by death since I was eight
I entered a woeful and careful mindstate
But that is a story for another mixtape
So thank you God for the good fruit my sour sweet grape
Who were signs of hope in my mind…
{Verse 1: Mit MJ Rips]
I'm sitting out in the rain
About to show my real pain
What if is what I say?
I will keep it at bay
I'm ready to export
Came back with this retort
I want a better day
I was a little cray
Now I would be your shining knight
I will do anything to smite
A dragon until it is dead
Everytime I go to bed
I keep on having the same dream
It changes but keeps the same theme
So it always ends with us
As we begin to discuss
[Verse 2: Mit MJ Rips]
Back when Dim Tim was so demoralized
I remember looking into your eyes
Remember texting and waiting Sky
The day before I wanted to die
I am so grateful that you're there still
Now I was so hateful that I would spill
Thank you for helping me gain peace
Thank you for keeping me sane niece
Just remember that we are always family
Wherever I may be, was stuck in rhapsody
If the tide would turn my bad health would burn
I still think of someone in the gold urn
I was haunted by death since I was eight
I entered a woeful and careful mindstate
But that is a story for another mixtape
So thank you God for the good fruit my sour sweet grape