[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you, scared of you but I will fight you I stare at the ceiling and think about you Curiosity killing me, thinking of when Ima meet you You introduced yourself to so many others, mothers, sisters and brothers, children and babies drive me crazy I wonder Why you love people that love people that do right? Is it rocket science to you or is it your sure type? One of my biggest fears, is waking up 4 in the morning and gotta hear you met one of my peers Or maybe a family member that you thought was cool Or maybe a person that I'll never meet cuz of you You, son of a bitch and I wish you never existed And I swear I'd blow your brains out if you paid me a visit But that's not realistic, cuz your never write But Ima still send this letter off, P.O. Box And when you get it.... Please take it personal (x3) Because its personal
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Let me continue this letter saying I don't like you, scared of you but I will fight you Should be ashamed of the moves you make The pain you bring, the sorrow and the hearts you break Everyday you remind me that your always there Cuz every time I come around, someone's getting shot down And all I say is a prayer, so help me, Lord! Then the Lord talk back, "I can't help you, boy!" That's fucked up, my life's fucked, was cursed before birth and what's fucked up I gotta live my life with the hurt Of knowing that your everlasting, dwelling upon the masses, of the Earth Fatal assassins snatch your bodies Probably, on my notepad as I write Why the fuck you wanna take my life? Sooner or later, I'm tired and weary and my gray hairs are not in my favor so when I write on this paper it's real talk So.... Please take it personal (x3) Because its personal
[Verse 3: Death] Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you too and the reason we haven't met because I've been busy dude But ever since grade school, I watched your every move Slipped up a few times, I gave you a pass So don't say I ain't sympathetic but you can barely get curiosity, Ima dead it Everybody wanna know why I act this way Lets just say, I had a bad day Matter fact, everyday But I take it out on somebody and you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade I was born to be a killjoy, I'm an old brat Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at? Not me, see me? I'm just doing my job And you ducking me? Is mos def an odd So why send this letter as if I never knew you? I rather knock on your door and just give it to you
[Outro: Ab-Soul talking] It's everywhere The streets, the corners, the coroners, the morgues, the cemeteries, hospitals Heard about it when I was little Tomorrow's not promised, cuz any day can be knocking at your front door or wall Genocide, homicide, suicide all coincide Signed and sealed by the living Make it, don't take it Please take it personal (x3) Because its personal