Dear Jacob I won't take up too much of you time I know you're trying to get your video game-grind on And that's fine Just gimme a second to empty my face Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase I've been watching you man I'm proud of you man You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can I know you understand Why I go out of town I also know my days are colder when you're not around Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact That daddy never lived inside the same shack And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit It's what I get I'm convinced it's my punishment For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar In some city with some people I don't know For all the times that the lines on your face Reminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped It trips me out how you pick up all my traits From the way that you spit to the fists that you make I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy Daddy learned that from you You're supposed to learn that from daddy I can't teach much when it comes to women I drive safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine You're doing good little man thats all I really meant I love you You're my best friend, thanks for listening Dear Craig What up bones? How it goes? Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old Sorry that the phone calls ain't too routine Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash And other times today feels too much like the past Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight A child wonderin' Why your life just ain't alright? What's the violence about? Why's it in my house? And even the memories are turned up too loud Yeah, I got some issues in my head Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she left you I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're different now But your little man justs wants you to listen now I'm over thirty, can't maintain relations All these women wanna hurt me and I just don't have the patience I can't trust 'em And they're not much help When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't trust myself What pride, fists, and words just might do? I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you I've never hit a woman I won't do coke And for that alone I love you and I wanna thank you old man Dear Sean What's goin' on? Not much to say Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises How's the love? How's the music? How's the self-abusiveness? Got a lot to lose, it's breakin' your shoulders So you let your paranoia place your bets for you Too many cigarettes, messin' up your voice Too many arguments, tryin' to test your poise The only women that love you are fans and family Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly No heavy rotation In any location You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation Plus you're gettin' old, your raps are exhausted Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it Singin' for these kids you don't know When you should be at home with your own instead you're on your telephone Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus Come and save him Jesus Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone Your son says, "Hi dad." Your dad says, "Whats up?" And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, I'll just say, "Good luck."