Dear Em,
I heard your Mockingbird, the pain in your pen,
The world on your shoulders, you carried it then.
But now I'm writing back, with a beat in my chest,
'Cause survival ain't weakness, it's passing the test.
You spit about struggle, about nights in the cold,
But what about the ones who don't fit your mold?
You know what it's like to be judged by your past,
So why do we forget, start throwing stones fast?
NPS, you grew up in Tennessee, jackass,
So don't pretend you don't know what it means to clash.
You pray for your daughter, you fight for your kin,
But there's kids in the gutter you ain't never been in.
We're all just surviving, sometimes with a crutch,
But that don't make us less, don't mean we're not enough.
You said you'd give anything just to see her smile—
Well, some of us are dying just to breathe for a while.
They call us the broken, the lost, the condemned,
But Em, don't forget—remember your own end.
If I judged you by headlines, by scars on your skin,
Would you still be standing, or would you give in?
We're all just stories, unopened books,
Surviving the night while the world never looks.
So here's my reply, from the bottom, my friend:
Before you judge others, remember your own end.
You built your empire from pain and from scars,
But some of us fight battles behind invisible bars.
You know what it's like to feel lost and alone,
So why do you act like you're carved from stone?
We're all just human, with wounds that run deep,
Fighting for moments when we can finally sleep.
You say you're a fighter, a warrior, a dad—
But don't forget those whose stories are sad.
We're fighting for sunlight, for one more tomorrow—
You taught us to rise, not to drown in our sorrow.
So Mockingbird's singing, but listen again—
We're all just surviving, remember your own end.
++++++++++(+Rip rabbit me)
Are You Gonna Keep Living Your Life in Bullshit Lies?
Are you gonna keep living your life in bullshit lies,
Acting like you're real when it's all just a disguise?
If you were in Tennessee, would you beg for the pain—
"Make me deaf, make me blind, throw me out in the rain,
Toss me in the goddamn streets, let me think it's real this time"?
No way, you'd fold, can't handle that climb.
City or country, fake ass jackass,
Eight Mile? Nah, more like Bullshit S-print,
Running from the truth, never owning your past,
You're just a headline, a meme, a government app.
Tell the news I'm calling bullshit, that's it,
You're not a legend, you're a glitch in the script.
Seriously, it's an app your government uses,
Not a person, just a tool for their ruses.
You talk like you're hard, but you're soft as a screen,
Just a digital ghost in a world so mean.
You're a dick, and I'm just stating the facts,
I'd say it to your face, but you'd never clap back.
I don't know what to say to your retarded ass—
F*** it, I'll just spit, let the real words blast.
You want to play real? Then step in my shoes,
Survive one night in my world and see what you lose.
So are you gonna keep living your life in bullshit lies,
Or finally wake up, open your eyes?
'Cause I'm done with the fakes, the apps, and the spin—
If you want to be real, then let the truth begin.