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letra de farewell hopsin - john wesley (rap)

oh hopsin
where’d you go?
are you ever coming back?
n0body really knows

it’s like i’m in a subsequent dimension, separate from genuine intention
overwhelmed and overcame by all six of my senses
my eyes roll back in my face, and i’m an outpatient, intensive
trying to run away but the time that i spend again is relentless
it’s like i don’t even try to fight it anymore
if it wants me it can have me, these words are motions i have gone through and said before
you know, those times when you throw in the towel cause you tore the white flag
to life, and what follows is borderline rape
there’s no stopping a force that has forced its way in
via invitation via the more you gave in
the once a week churchgoers will shrug it off
and laugh, and say “that boy’s only acting like that because he’s lost”
oh, you’re going to leave? do it, i know you’re thinking i will react
but i’m not wasting my time crying over it, cause you’ll be back
your entire career was a buzzk!ll, but no matter how mad
i am, when you return you will have love, still, i can’t help but be a little (bit)
upset, is rap still a regret? (the last couple years i’ve been thinking)
if you hate the game then retire from it, don’t stay around and sit on the bench
and have your fans waiting for years, fans i’ll never have the chance to reach
but in your position i admit i’d probly do the exact same thing
and what’s difficult? i can count my fans, on one hand
sell an album for each finger and i’ll likely never sell above that
it’s a different type of relationship when you love rap
and we’ll all probly be waiting, p-ssed off, (though) open arms when you comeback
so, it’s not taunting, it’s a fan reaction
i had the highest hopes for your potential and as of right now i can’t see past it
i’ve been burnt out but i’m a rapping addict
and you were 1 of only a few that i can stomach, wish i could go to your statuses and have the last redacted
and i don’t know what the matter of fact is
just want to be melodramatic and take a shot of battery acid
when i got your last album, flipped it over to the back and the track list
and saw you digging your own grave i figured it was either an act or sarcastic
and i never thought it would come to this
just like i said, separated, in a dimension that’s subsequent (i didn’t want to exist)
i’m just blowing off steam
i knew that i would feel this way the day hopsin would leave
and i’m confused; i’m not positive what this feeling is
but i am well aware of higher standards you instilled me with
after “raw” my selfish side was ready to get an album from you
every couple of years for like two decades, and now that you’re through
i don’t know where to go from here, now that you’re over there
and i speak for many of your fans who wish the best for you and i hope it’s clear
so is it disappointment, that’s not even the right word
how long will you be just a memory, while in mine, the white eyes burn?

oh hopsin
where’d you go?
are you ever coming back?
n0body really knows

- john wesley rap

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