In the Mourning

[Verse 1]

They say

Legends aren’t legends 'til they pass away

Do you wonder why we have to wait

'Til we bury they caskets or spreading they ashes

To be more than a half awake?

Sleep on genius ahead of ya time

Style they could never define, whether given credit to shine

His competitive rhymes, battle shit, protagonist role

Movie scripts had the actors flipped

His canvasses splattered with soul

F.C. legacy hasn’t been told

And they called in the morning, chasing the scoop

No time to mourn him, late, no excuse

Brought us together, blessed us with beats

Rhymes live forever, flesh obsolete

A mourner’s poem to the cornerstones

Two pillars: Proof, Dilla – so support ya own

[Verse 2]

When a momma gonna get to mourn her son?

The reporters gone and recordings done

In this industry that extorts they young

Ask 'em for a fraction, they short on funds

Many obstacles still

With payin' hospital bills

Now who could possibly steal

From an ancestor?

I’m givin' 'em everyone’s favorite hand gesture

Shady dealings made the millions

Try to buy the catalog for less than what ya label’s willing

Lowest bidder for the path you paved with brilliance

Skills and passion, city gonna stay rebuilding

Love your killer too–hating won’t bring you back

Stained ya name and covered up his dingy tracks

Lied you had an outburst and shot first

If we don’t stop this jealousy, it’s 'bout to be a lot worse

[Verse 3]

No more moments of silence, we’ve been quiet for too long

That’s the same as betrayal

More than bear witness to struggle

Speak out, or be complicit to these fake portrayals

In The 'D', hold you a jazz funeral

March down Woodward in mass numerals

But it's like the levees breaking, they could've prevented it

Not ya death, but the premature event of it

Instead of prepare for the storm

We stare and ignore 'em

Cry in despair and just mourn

I’d rather repair and transform

Recharge your battery pack

But now it's after the fact

So what we want? A pat on the back

For the courage and compassion we lacked?

If it stays the same

Your whole life was in vain

Love you in the mourning by inciting a change