[Verse One]
[Copywrite]
RJD2 drop that sh** so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much sh** on my mind
From fake motherf**ers to my future I'm trying to get in line
And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
f**-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get sh** right
The first time or somethin'
When no one knows your name
Your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little light
They're 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 don't do sh** for the clubs -
As far as 45's go, RJ's the archaeologist, diggin' ‘em up
And I'm the saint sent
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
In this for life, until my final mic check is cashed
[Verse Two]
Yo
I can't fully become my mother's 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 weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame, I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you, complained or a**umed
You never went through what I'm living
Hell, who am I kidding?
Depression is practically part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It s**s to lose
It also s**s we had to share the month of June
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each month I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your d**h