RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future Im trying to get in line
And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Aint all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole lifes a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
Its like I just cant get shit right
The first time or somethin
When no one knows your name
And your vinyls still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more
We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We dont do shit for the clubs –
Its for us 45s go RJs archaeologist diggin em up
And Im the saint sent Saint-Saens
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And its for life until my final mic check is cashed
Yo
I cant fully become my mothers guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you werent here half the time
But who am I to blame
Id probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what Im living
Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each month I celebrate my birth
Im reminded of your death