Dear Rudiff, I wish I listened to you when we was on top
Back when we was still soldiers
Iraq felt quick, we let that slip
And you was right, man
Things have never been the same
Since we last spoke, I have been struggling
I guess it kinda bugs me that you just stopped responding
But the other day, I got this letter
It was addressed from you to me, and I thought it'd get better
I didn't open it at first, no
I kept it on my kitchen floor, walked around it real slow
Just had to soak it all up
The fact you finally got back, I was unsure of myself
Alluring, it felt to sit and watch
Waiting to see if it would just start to open itself
I was afraid, man
We haven't spoken in ten years and sixteen days, man
I been counting
"I don't advocate it, Tru
You go do what you got to do
If you feel you're so alone"
I don't know what to think
Like, what the fuck you tryna say?
That if I offed myself, you would not give a shit either way?
I guess I'm confused, I feel used
Like, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I was expecting more from you, Rudiff
Put up a fight or something, this isn't right
There's nothing in those empty words
You just dismissed me, you're acting like you won't miss me
Man, all you did here was diss me, I'm hurting
"I don't advocate it, Tru
You go do what you got to do
If you feel you're so alone"
Dear Rudiff, this'll be the last time that I write you
If there's one thing that I've learned, it's that I'm not like you
Different people, different strokes, all that
I guess it doesn't matter, but aye, don't try to write me back
I would not want you to waste the stamp
I won't be around, so that shit just get returned to you
Anyway, thanks for finally getting back -Tru
P.S... Asshole
"I don't advocate it, Tru
You go do what you got to do
If you feel you're so alone"
"I don't advocate it, Tru
You go do what you got to do
If you feel you're so alone"