Letter To My Former Self

A decade and a half, and I'm better than half a decade Went from student to teacher and then

became my own sensei And now I'm throwing glass stones inside

of a cave to watch them detonate Sitting here alone with the aftermath trying

to meditate Regulate a spectator and keep him in the distance

Efficiently finish him like what's left on the dishes

Explicitly vicious, my venom, leave him with the fishes

Officially witnessed swimmers that quivered final wishes

'Cause the bars that I delivered spitting acid got you tripping

Wondering if I'ma come through the window like I was slim

But now I'm meaner than that, now I'm eager to scrap

And I don't have to ride a curse because I'm gifted in rap