dear Jennifer,
I know I’m the last person you wanted to hear from
I know the past hurts, know seeing the return address is fearsome
but you’re reading this so I know you opened the letter
I hope you’re doing well, if it makes you feel any better my life is ruined
worse than that I ruined yours, little consolation I wont be doing it anymore
24 and 1 to life, I’ll probably never have a wife
never have children, not that I deserve to
it hurts to have the perspective that you were somebody’s child
I’m sorry for what I did to you, it was inhuman
understand I was under the influence, not only unsober
I was told it was cool by music when I went to do it
I’d take my life if I could take that night with it
imprisoned by the consequence, forever underwritten
wishing in vain, know there’s no chance to relive it
sitting here in shame among the unforgiven

dear Dad,
I know its been a while, I know I haven’t kept in touch that much since the trial
I’m alright, the only thing he’s seeing now is cell view
but listen, there’s something I gotta tell you
remember that song you made some years ago?
doing drugs comes to mind, raping girls, the whole nine…
well, he had that song playing when he did it
he knew all the words, kept saying he always wanted to live it
he didn’t even know that you and I were related
I was just an object to fulfill the fantasy you created
so in the worst moment of my life, in the depths of sin it was your voice I heard
your face I saw in him
so you gotta understand - I can’t ever see it again
remember me asking you about your lyrics when I was ten?
you said it wasn’t about me
I wondered how I was different than them, it turns out I’m not
thanks a lot,
Jen

dear Convict,
its me, the girl’s father, hear me out yo, I just got a letter from my daughter remember when I told you that you were better off in prison
cuz if I saw you I would kill you for what you did to her? well listen…
the part I hate - she blames me more than you
we’re both incarcerated now cuz you made my stories true
didn’t you understand? I was doing it for the money
it was supposed to be entertainment, I was trying to be funny
I’ll be honest, when I was writing the songs I knew right from wrong
but I had an excuse - a hard life to overcome
thought it gave me the ok to make it my forte
the shock value was so great when I would take it all the way
man it worked I sold millions, thought I was so brilliant
realize now what I told millions, realize now that you listened
given the chance to speak to so many people, and I chose to speak evil
I speak peace to you now, we share the same face
feel like we’re in the same place, too late for my little girl
all the money in the world can’t buy back her innocence
can’t change the facts, we’re all trapped in consequence