June

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 I'm trying to get in line And doing hip hop in this life in time ain't all nice and fine At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme Full of punchlines and jokes Fuck ups and punches It's like I just can't get shit right the first time or something 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 from their personal private artists We don't do shit for the clubs As far as 45s go RJ's the archaeologist diggin em up And I'm the saint sent To vinyl with cassettes to bash In this for life until my final mic check is cashed 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 assumed 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 sucks to lose It also sucks we had to share the month of june I would've shared eternal time before I left Each month I celebrate my birth I'm reminded of your death