June (feat. Copywrite)

RJD2 drop that [bad word] so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much [bad word] on my mind
From fake [bad word] 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
 [bad word] ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get [bad word] 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 [bad word] for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed

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Yo
I can't fully [bad word] 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 [bad word] or assumed
You never went through what I'm living
 [bad word] 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 woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each year I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death