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 and 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 punch-ins   It's like I just can't get shit right   The first time or somethin'   When no one knows your name   And your vinyl's still in stores   Once you get a little life   Through 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 shit for the clubs -   It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up   And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}      To vinyl when it gets set to bash   And it's 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   A 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 woulda shared eternal time before I left   Each year I celebrate my birth   I'm reminded of your death