A Letter From Home

Dear beholder of the letter hope that all is well

You don't know me but you know me and time will tell

This your family down south talking down the road

You know the region that is backwards where the teeth be gold

Had to write you with the intention of sharing the mind

About this line that we seem to be forever behind

I done traveled through the nation many cities and towns

And my eyes don't deceive me to the shit that go down

Much respect to the culture love the way we be live

All this bullshit we encounter yet we staying alive

Relax your defense mechanisms as your mind considers

How long do we pray these devils stop seeing niggers