June

[Verse One]<br>[Copywrite]<br>RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts<br>Driftin` away and depress all within listening range<br>Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind<br>From fake motherfuckers to my future I`m trying to get in line<br>And doing Hip Hop in this life and time<br>Ain`t all nice and fine<br>At times I feel like my whole life`s a rhyme<br>Full of punchlines and jokes<br>Fuck-ups and punch-ins<br>It`s like I just can`t get shit right<br>The first time or somethin`<br>When no one knows your name<br>And your vinyl`s still in stores<br>Once you get a little life<br>Through arguing over who feels it more<br>We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage<br>Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist<br>We don`t do shit for the clubs -<br>It`s for us 45`s go RJZ archaeologist diggin `em up<br>And I`m the saint sent {Saint-Saens}<br>To vinyl when it gets set to bash<br>And it`s for life until my final mic check is cashed<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>Yo<br>I can`t fully become my mother`s guiding light<br>Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like<br>I keep the things you taught trapped in mind<br>I know you cared even though you weren`t here half the time<br>But who am I to blame<br>I`d probably do the same in your shoes<br>I never held that against you<br>Complained or assumed<br>You never went through what I`m living<br>Hell who am I kidding?<br>Depression is practically<br>A part of family tradition<br>So I keep the time we shared close<br>It sucks to lose<br>It also sucks we had to share the month of june<br>I woulda shared eternal time before I left<br>Each year I celebrate my birth<br>I`m reminded of your death