Copywrite - June lyrics

[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