June — текст песни (RJD2 f Copywrite)

[Verse One]
[Copywrite]
RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin` away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers 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
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It`s like I just can`t get shit 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 shit for the clubs -
It`s for us 45`s go RJZ 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

[Verse Two]
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 year I celebrate my birth
I`m reminded of your death