Me to Me/Inconsiderate

This a letter to myself; its me to me
From the person that I am to who I need to be
Deity potential, I be jotting scriptures tediously
I ain't too religious but I still might rock a Jesus piece
Every now and then
Perfect jewelry to represent the timelessness of sin
That's why we get ourselves iced, kinda like they did to him
Emotionless, motionless, humanity drenched in bogusness
Type of shit that got me feeling bottomless as oceans is, frankly

I tell the people to thank me
For writing rhymes that's as bout as real as that letter from Stanley
The boy got problems, none of which are stemming from a dollar
Most of which are blacker than my collar
All y'all niggas just a bunch of nadas
I wish I could beat em like piñatas til the sweet fall out
Like what that sweet talk bout?
Me and the homies we be working while you sleep on couch
And we be pushing on dray like what that detox bout?

That shit you rapping, believe me you better dead it
I ain't sugar coating shit like a nigga was diabetic
And all these new dudes a bunch of clones
I feel that I'm better off alone
I feel good when no one else is home
Maybe that's why I started producing
Cause if I didn't wanna talk, I'd just cook a beat and abuse it
These niggas be talking hard, I see them as bunch of losers
When the phrase they hear most often is that "beggars can't be choosers"

Lost all faith in humanity
Looking out the window all I'm staring at is vanity
Parasitic people, I'm predicting extra casualties
What happened to, amity, sanity, yet malicious resides
Inside the pictureless eyes, nobody fit the disguise
Of idealism, exercise the realism, fuck the world
Bust a nut and eat my dust
Muscle up and double up
Time to work, no one gives a shit about what's beating all inside your shirt

So fuck yo heart nigga, show the world your art nigga
And if yo chick ain't feeling it, imma fuck her fillings like a nigga inconsiderate
So what you dealin wit?