Dear Melo

Your three's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
might watch the game at all
The morning press shouts on my radio..
that you can't see at all
And even if you could it's just a J,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..2x

Melo, I wrote you but your jumper's broken
Rumor has it, you don't pass it to the man who's open
You're a magnet for the ball while flashing to the post
But the shot is flat, you couldn't cast a
Net into the ocean
Funny -- caught a glimpse of LaLa on the street
With Prada glasses, had that Donna Karan on her feet
Asked her for an autograph, cuz boy that ass is sweet
Apparently her rump turns you molasses on the D
I think I spied your crew flossin' at the Fashion Week
I even bought it when you tried to sell that trashy drink
Most your contributions don't show on stat sheets
But that's endorsement money and I know you had to eat
They praised you when you made the Finals in the Western Conference
Now the writers and the fans seem upset you're pompous
We traded all our youth for the shooter you could be
But your attitude is putrid, you're ruining my team

Your three's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
might watch the game at all
The morning press shouts on my radio..
that you can't see at all
And even if you could it's just a J,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad



Carmelo, what's the deal, you never wrote
I see threw your weight around
To groom a better coach
I wish you threw that weight around
while driving to the paint
I ain't mad,
but it's odd that smile is on your face
As you lay each brick,
your teammates think 'This guy isn't that great';
your rivals look in-shape
and the Title is at stake!
Our only wish is you become
that player dropping 30
I'm talking pounds, not easy points
Get to your locker early
It's the least that you could do
our season's topsy-turvy
Be careful of your wishes
when you wear that 'Bocker jersey
Anyway, I'm not afraid to tell you straight
Redeem us in the playoffs or your move was a mistake

Your three's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
might watch the game at all
The morning press shouts on my radio
that you can't see at all
And even if you could it's just a J,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

(in Melo's voice)
yo Dude, I think you need a better hobby
Maybe check your highlight reel
for reasons why you watch me
I'm popping 3s
You trade your team
because for me there is no copy
Can someone tell me who is this
Danilo Gallinari?
There is no "I" in team
but there is a "Me" in Melo.
This the dream I succeeded
at to free me out the ghetto.
I'm already a hero
so I ain't bent on proving sh*t.
Mattafact, what kinda sucker
be rooting for the Knicks?
What's your dream and why the f*ck
do you be writing letters?
That type of thing
will guarantee
we never meet each other.
You sound like --
you on the outside looking in.
You never shot a jumper
or took one on the chin.
Or sank a winning free-throw
when the crowd was on your back.
Or dribbled to the post pivot,
pounded to the rack.
I doubt you ever won a game
in your entire life.
But I can't make you consider that when you decide to write.