Lyrics:

Dear John
Know this life has been filled with stress and pain
If I could, I would take it all away
All away

I know you got to feel like your back is pinned against
The wall most times
But in those times, you remain open
Closed minds will get you nowhere
Got to move with no fare, so dear
I salute you
Knowing everything you've been through is just a journey
Every man must take the key
For some it's not to make the same mistakes
And fall victim to the chaos the world creates
In the heat of the moment
You can mistake an ally for an opponent
And wipe your own out
What a waste, and an evasive hate
You discover that it's too late

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder
What you wanna do?

A letter to the better, to better the demonstration
Situation got you wishin' for ventilation
Can't a nigga breathe, trying to find what I believe?
It's hard for a tree to grow when father figures leave
Plus I got a seed and my baby mama need
Smoke a little weed to keep my mind free
Only God can judge me, so to him I plead
Fifth in my hand, the myth of a man
That I should know it all and I ain't supposed to fall
Getting locked up and boxed up, protocol
Writings on the wall, fighting for the cause
Read a letter from the world and it said 'It's yours'

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder
What you wanna do?

Confused with those who say they have your back
I feel your pain, I know you're under attack
To be strong in all things in all ways,
Just ain't real, so some stray
Lives left in hallways, death's breath is in the air
Let your thirstful life persevere
Someone once said you were chosen
Bus as you gotten older, doors are now closin'
Karma comes around
And all those silly things you did as a grown child
Are wheelin' down in your direction
But not all hope is lost
Gather your thoughts for the second coming
And I'm guessing you'll be stronger than you've ever been
Ever

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder

What you wanna do?
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder
What you wanna do?