Huh.
Damn.
I miss you.
I'm talking about you.
I miss you.
I'm for life.
RIP hard boy.
I'm talking to you baby.
I'm talking to you baby.
I promise.
One day you hear this.
A lot of **** changed.
Oh man,
since you've been gone,
I did a whole lot of good.
I did a lot of wrong.
I made a whole lot of change.
I wrote a lot of songs.
Sometimes I feel weak.
Most times I stood up strong.
Yeah, I got three kids.
Now, Natasha had a son.
We ain't together no more.
I guess we was just
young to even try to start a family in the
first place but I get happy every time I look
into his face.
Ever since you went away,
man,
it's been hard for me.
Didn't know till you
died how much it meant to me.
All the time and the patience you put into me.
You showed
me how to be the man that I was meant to be.
Taught me how to play music and about the
melody and to this day,
I remember what you was telling me.
You told me,
son,
most of this rap **** is just noise but if you put some music in it,
you'll get rich,
boy.
That's why I stay up in the studio up all night.
I **** with live musicians to get the groove right.
That's why I stay up in the studio up all night.
I **** with live musicians to get the groove right.
That's why I stay
up in the studio up all night.
I **** with live musicians to get the groove right.
Yeah,
I start now.
Yeah,
you could say that cuz now my walls is filled with great great doing
shows and videos and making big stags but if it would bring you back,
I would trade
off.
I wanna thank you for everything that you did for me.
I'm on my knees praying to
god that you hear me.
I
know you brought me up there and it's getting hard for me
when you get a chance,
put a good word into the lord for me.
I've been got caught up, got sent to the pen.
I let you down.
I'm in a place.
I know you never thought you see me in.
Well,
all these things is happening for a reason.
I guess god save
my life and put me up to see another season and
I'm so cold.
Don't even write to me.
They don't go check on my mama.
Don't say no.
I'm trying to raise my kids from a penitentiary.
Staying on my knees praying.
They don't grow up to be like me.
Do you remember when my parents thing ain't work?
You let me and my mama come live in your house knowing
already you had too many people living with you.
You're always
trying to get your cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner every day.
You wipe my tears away.
Try to explain why my life had to be this way.
Always gave me the real.
You never ****
man.
I wish I would have said thank you when you was here.
Always gave me the real.
You
never **** man.
I wish I would have said thank you
when you was always gave me the real.
You never **** man.
I wish I would have said thank you when you was here.
My my uncle and I know you know his heart is but he
but he ain't the only one because ain't I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I'm missing you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
My house is not a house if ain't nobody living in it.
Why?
Why black life isn't life unless it's in in in in in in
population of super city of Johnny or some Jackman potted
coffee,
pepper,
mint,
peach,
culottes but a pain I had to
add even more even more than my freedom.
I wish I had
something else.
I would give back everything I've accomplished
for this one thing and else else.
I ain't talking about a
relationship because as far as my grandma,
I even had the
time to sit in there and kiss my mama.
I remember like it was
yesterday.
I was six years old.
Mama, what's wrong?
Wake up.
Wake up.
Why your forehead hot and your hands so cold?
Why
these people have been out there?
Once you tell them put my
mama down.
I didn't understand what was going on.
Did it feel
wrong for so many people?
Am I right?
I didn't have to go to
school that day and everybody was firing me.
She was telling
me everything was alright but they were sad and crying and
I was like, I don't know.
I ain't never came back.
I wish I could hug and kiss her even though
auntie and grandma could raise me right.
I miss you.
I'm talking to you.
I miss you.
I miss you.