Dear Tom, I been watchin’, ain’t blind to the chatter,
You stir the pot, drop bombs, claim truth in the splatter.
You got guts, I’ll admit, standin’ tall in the ring,
But bein' loud ain’t the same as knowin’ what you bring.
You talk like a rebel, but I paved that road,
Back when every line I spit had the world on hold.
You ain't the first to push back, throw punches at fate,
But I was fightin' giants while you just debate.
(Chorus)
I hear you, Tom, but do you hear me?
This ain't a diss, it's legacy versus a dream.
You talk revolution, I bled for the sound—
You walkin' in fire I laid on the ground.
So if you write back, just keep it real,
‘Cause this pen ain’t a toy, it’s a sword I wield.
(Verse 2)
You go viral with hooks, talkin’ system collapse,
I was dodgin’ death threats from both sides of the map.
See, there's power in rage, but there's wisdom in pain,
And I ain’t seein’ scars—just marketing games.
You want smoke? I got lungs full of battles I won,
You just echo the echoes of things I already done.
But still—I salute a voice unafraid to clash,
Even if you miss nuance when you’re makin’ a splash.
(Chorus)
I hear you, Tom, but do you hear me?
This ain't a flex, it’s bloodlines in beats.
You scream freedom, I was born in the storm—
You chase the crown I was sworn to perform.
So if you write back, just keep it raw,
'Cause this mic ain’t a stage—it’s a w*r I saw.
(Outro)
Maybe the kid in you sees the Marshall you knew,
But truth is, I’m the mirror—you just reflect what I do.
So take this letter, fold it in flame,
You got potential, Tom—just master the aim.
—Eminem