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letra de open letter - ubi & mike summers

[verse]
yeah, ah
this is an open letter to myself and to the fans
and to my partner, 20 years written as a helping hand
i’m hoping that he hears it and he makes himself a plan
a selfish man is the only one to save a selfish man
fans hitting my dms, clamoring for
i never wanted to be the performer to fall hardest
making me wonder how long i’ve been standing next to
a disrespectful, moralist, con artist
had a suspicion before all the cons started
but i kept it silent inside, i felt remorse
i kept it fly, i was piloting with the force
i hit the trench and i swore i was on target
blindfolded i’d line them up in a row
numb as f-ck to reality firing up a bowl
burn it then load another my eyes shutting that’s so
i’m ignorant full of bliss and can’t find what i should know
i had a sense like spidey i felt tingles
performing as a duo somehow i felt single
george harrison deaf left flying with one wing like lennon and paul [?], somebody tell ringo
permanent ink was k!lling my instincts now
will i survive it or will i go extinct?
i let it sink in, throw a dart at my chest
broken hearted forces, although it’s hard to accept, ah
we can reflect on the art forever etched
and letting go of people you love is a part of death
we built a coliseum like the architects of rome
as it crumbled into dust, in the dark i wept alone
to move forward, you have got to grow and learn
when an actor breaks his leg, that will stop a show for sure
y’all fed him f-cking drugs, this was not of your concern
a phoenix resurrects, yes, but not before it burns
and now the critics writing articles and laughing
the molecule collision and the particle reaction
unless you were inside it then it’s hard to know what happened
when you’re treated like a freak in a carnival attraction
with patrons throwing peanuts while they’re watching us get beat up
intoxicate the climate while they’re signing up to see us
they whine about the absence while they’re lining up to key bumps
never asked about his condition or finding out how he was
chasing a dragon, we supposed to chase a dream
now they’re chasing after smoke with no location or lead
just know he’s sitting somewhere, solo wasted indeed
his addiction and the demons, the only face that you feed
look, f-ck you expect when you donate to a fiend
your grip tightens the grip and there’s no escape
what he need is for y’all to just let him be
a dollar won’t set him free
all it really does is increase throttle and chemistry, ah
emanc-p-tion only comes to those who choose it
how many wish they had a job as wonderful as music?
my gift is clarity, i take no comfort and confusion
or a nostril full of nonsense and a stomach full of stupid
this is an open letter to myself and to the fans
and to my partner, 20 years written as a helping hand
i’m hoping that he hears it and he makes himself a plan
a selfish man is the only one to save a selfish man, yeah

- ubi mike summers

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