Writer's block, sick of grippin' on this damn pencil
Messin' with this man's mental.
I need to take a break.
I got simple symptoms of a man, gentle
Stressing cause my fam' miss you.
I need to see your face.
On the Grand Central, navigation
tellin' me to drive slow
Thinkin' about all of the places I roam and people in my home
I wanna know why they come and go
Why I'm getting all these thoughts the piano and the drum evoke
I'm reminded of the first time we spoke,
how you love the first rhyme I wrote
except the curses, but you loved the jokes
How you told me nights I wasn't actin' right
Never letting me take some bad advice, we had our fights, but,
It's like your life was meant for you to be my mentor and my guardian
These feelings that I never wanna to enter in my heart again
Are seeping in, I'm weakened, I'm alive but I'm cold
I image you're my passenger reminisce on the road
back though time
Time, Time goes by
Still I cry
Reminiscin' 'bout you
And at night, I close my eyes
And ask why
I have to live without you.
(verse 2)
First Michael Jackson passes, now every day I'm asking
Why weren't you able to stay? (to stay)
Days are only kind of better, so I'm writing you this letter
Full of things I never got to say (to say)
First and foremost I love you and that never changes
When you left, I couldn't gauge it, the pain was outrageous
But now it's kind of strange, you help me get through the days
just by thinking of your face and reminiscing through the pages
Everything I wrote and that I'm saying on them stages
I'm passionate, I hear you laugh again and little traces
of your smile flicker through my closed eyes
Wishin' I
could nose dive
in your heart's ocean and just float by
Who knows why I feel the way that I do
I got more to say but I think that I'll just save it for you
For that first day we meet again, the stories will be told
We'll be drivin' through our lives and reminisce on the road
back through time
Writer's block, sick of grippin' on this damn pencil
Messin' with this man's mental.
I need to take a break.
I got simple symptoms of a man, gentle
Stressing cause my fam' miss you.
I need to see your face.
(you know I can't wait, can't wait 'till we can, meet face to face again and I could,
I could tell you all this, in person)
Reminiscing on the better days, close my eyes and its like
I can see your face
Grandpa always had a joke
I remember like it was yesterday
Last night when I fell asleep,
I dreamed you were here right next to me
We were young playing in the street,
just kicking it old school like this beat
Best friend always had my back,
always real and I'm really greatful for that
Good friends from back in the days
so no one can ever ever take your place
Seems like all my inspiration is moving and leaving and passing on
Bright stars that inspire me touch my life and next minute they're gone

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