Letter to my muse

Dear Lady Luck, That letter found me, when I really needed it
Thank you alot, I really mean it 
The subtweets I seen em
Just wondered why you couldn't @ me
Hell you had me
How did things change?
I mean Drastically
Late night convos, to not speaking?
I could have understood, just give me a reason
Maybe it was the distance
Or maybe just a sentence
Shit got weird
I mean Different
So did our worlds
You was Whitley
I was Dwanye
We was bound to last
Andre Benjamin now I'm an Outkast
I heard "Return of the Ankh"
Shit gave me chills
Bittersweet, I mean jagged little pill
Fuck a "window seat"
I want the whole row
We need space to move and grow
Never forgot, can't lie
So I have Kush X Orange Juice just to get by
Your teams I got it didn't hurt me
Cause nearly all the #1 seeds lost in the tourney
But I knew my role, till then didn't change
I didn't care about minutes
Just wanted in the game
I found new outlets
None like you
Fuck "next lifetime"
Baby we due
Wait for me
I return in June