Listen, I dunno what to say here I'm just writin random thoughts on a paper picked a mellow beat one that goes kinda slow just want to talk about me, y'know. I was shy growin up didn't have a great life Tampa FL, shoutout to my strife and pain Music, an escape for the brain from the everday problems causing me strain. I wrote little lyrics always in and out of clinics, called insane for always being afraid. I had very few friends, always led me astray. All of it was changed that day. Didn't know what to say, father told me we were leavin' the state. We got on a bus, Florida to Kansas, after arriving is when I really started my stanzas. Always had a drive, I suppose, to be better at something than anyone knows. Took the name of White Dragon, they called me M-D. Talkin bout me is how I grow, y'see? I love everybody, hate me or not. always been the type who isnt quick to burn hot. I wanna see smiles, bring people together. That's why when I'm gone I'm leaving behind this letter. White Dragon, out.