I found this letter
Addressed to me
Written in my own handwriting
It said, "what up, son?
Let's get straight to the point
It's time to move on now."

"How many times you gotta hear it before you feel it?
Something must be broken
Make a mistake one time - it's cool, Son, you're human
Make the same mistake two times, three times, four -
Homeboy you're being stupid."

If you don't feel it, it don't work

Insecurity made me its enemy
It knows it cannot beat me
But still tries to defeat me
My gaze starts to blaze
Light rays dissect the haze
To reveal all my wicked ways

I'm sick of days going by unappreciated
Separated from the seasons while inebriated
So I shape-shift and take on the form of the one looking at me
Now he thinks to himself, "Who can that be?"
EXACTLY!
My Point exactly! Well Done, Son!

If you don't feel it, it don't work