I Miss Mikey

Days going by, I'm losing friends

You never know when it's gon' end

Some in the pen, some underground

Souls that are lost, hope they are found

If heaven's a place, I hope that they're there

Wherever they are, they know that I care

It's coming for me, so I get prepared

Look in my eyes, the fear isn't there

'Cause I been aware, I live in the shadows

The valley of death, where I do my battle

One day I'm a lose and then I'll be gone

I'm making these songs, so that I live on

Death is like, it's a crazy thing and I'm gonna talk about it

And my mom, she...

She feared for me and my brothers because we seen more death that she's seen in her sixty-something years...

I miss Mikey cause, that's the way it is

You start to lose your friends and you don't wanna live

You gotta give it time, and the pain will pass

I miss Walker and Camu and the homie Poo

In the days past and days to come

You got to live your life and make each day your favorite one

In the days past and days to come

You got to live your life

You're put on this Earth for however long

It favors the weak and never the strong

They say it's a game, so I play along

Some say I'm king, some say I'm pawn

Live from the soul to the break of dawn

You never know the day you'll be gone

No matter the odds, I'm taking 'em all

Some say I'm right, some say I'm wrong

Wanna escape the path that you're on?

Erasing the pain by waving a wand

Some roll a J, some hit the bong

I let the beat play, then I make a song

You know, niggas is smoking and drinking and all feeling the same pain

And we come from a culture where it's not, it's not all the way legit to share your feelings, so some of us don't even know how to connect on that level, you know?

And I feel like sometimes that's the even, like the main, the reason that I got, I got married, is because I wanted to have the homies in, in dress-up for something that wasn't a funeral for once, 'cause the only time we wear these fucking clothes and these fucking shoes and these shirts and these ties is, shit, is when when motherfuckers get put in the ground. Or for a court day, where a motherfucker get hit with numbers. Like, what the fuck man? You know? And then through all this shit, that's all, you know, death is a normal point, like everybody goes through that shit. Like on top of the fucking police fucking with you, on top of bitches ass niggas fucking with you, on top of, you know what I'm sayin', your pops not being there or someplaces your mom and your father not being there and they throw it all on you. Uh, you go: ''You know, have a nice life''

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