June

[Verse 1]
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
Your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little light
They're 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
As far as 45’s go, RJ’s the archaeologist, diggin’ ‘em up
And I'm the saint sent
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
In this for life, until my final mic check is cashed

[Verse 2]
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 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 would've shared eternal time before I left
Each month I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death