June - Copywrite

June - Copywrite
RJD2 drop that sh*t so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah but for real I got so much sh*t on my mind
From fake motherf**kers 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
F**k-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get sh*t 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 sh*t for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJ's 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 month I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death