Hello (feat. Living In Ficton)

Hello, from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

To tell you, I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call, you never seem to be home

Let's go

I called but you don't answer

So, I write this open letter

When I left, the world was broken

I just hope it's gotten better

You argue who's the greatest

I left quotes for y'all to measure

Y'all were focused on who's clever

I was focused on forever

Back when I would rock the hand-me-downs

With holes inside my sweater

Thrift store shopping like I dove inside some treasure

Way before that Ben Haggard, he's on these magazines

I was an average teen, not thinking 'bout this thing called rap

'Cause there's this thing called white

And there's this thing called black

And there's this thing called life

And I think we're all attached

It's funny how my train of thought runs on these things called tracks

Marty McFly, I'm in the future, try and bring y'all back

Pick it up and slam it down, that's just how the game goes

Telephone, telephone, I just hear the same tones

Where I'm from, it's not too often that we see them rainbows

So we let the rain flow, then we change clothes

There's such a difference

Between us

And a million miles

That's right, we gon' get 'em with this one

Hello, from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

(I just wanna call, baby, I just wanna call)

To tell you, I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call, you never seem to be home

Yeah, uh, let's get 'em on this one

Yeah, ah, man, how could this just be a hobby?

Five whole hours they've been waiting in the lobby

They calling me a hero and I'm thinking, how could I be?

All I wanted was a million and a two-door Maserati

But somewhere in my stride we just started changing lives

You think I'm changing yours, but you really changing mine

From here to overseas, they put belief in my designs

It's getting deep, I feel the world is tryna sneak inside my mind

It's harder to define in artistry and rhyme

It seems like our journey is partially divine

I still have days where it isn't all sublime

Even though I'm on the grind, I gotta slow up for the signs

And recently I'm seeing that it's just more than MC'ing

Where my homie has a son but needs court orders just to see him

A generation troubled and I just wanna free 'em

Before machines are looking at human beings inside a museum like

It's no difference

That the both of us

Are running out of time

We got 'em

Hello, from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

(I just wanna call, baby, I just wanna call)

To tell you, I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call, you never seem to be home