“Dear Wayne,
I’m writing another letter cause you never did respond… it’s been a couple months. See when I speak I say what people wanna hear, so this will be the last thing that they’re gonna hear. But this will be the realest shit that I ever wrote. You’ve seen me falling, why you never sent down a rope? I woulda climbed up, but now my times up. I swear to God man, I thought you had it lined up. But if the Lord had a head of thorns… who am I but a broad with some metaphors? Knockin’ on a set of doors…knockin’ on Heaven’s doors. Let’s play a game, just for pretend could we play a game? Let’s act like you’re coming to me, like you laced up your shoes and started running to me. You were running out of breath but you kept going, because you finally realized what you slept on. If you take your own life, are you a sinner? I made you dinner… but you better be a hell of a sprinter. ‘Cause you’re reading this letter I pulled the trigger…”
What is this I need to know now.