move on

, they ask me am i ok, they ask me if i'm happy, are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me, or am i just a little snappy, and they genuinely care, doody, most of my life its just been me and you there, and i continuosly stare at pictures of you, i never got to say i love you as much as i wanted to but i do, yeah i say it now and you can't hear me, what the fuck good does that do me now, but somehow i know you're near me in presence, oh i went and drop some presents off to ease it to them, two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little, and dawg you'll never believe this, but sharonda actually talks to me now, jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces, man how you touch so many fucking lives and just leave us, they say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different, if it's true, how the fuck am i supposed to get over you, difficult as it sounds. i see no man left in them mirror, life seems so hard, i feel just to give up, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult, i just spend my day drowning, in sorrow, alone with my thoughts, i ain't got time to borrow, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult, doody, that's what we call each other, i don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us, we was always brothers, never thought about each others' skin colours, til one day we was walking up the block in the summer, it was like 90 degrees, i was catching a sun burn, tryna walk under the trees, just to give me some comfort, i'm moaning i just wanna get home, when i look over and your shirt is off, i'm like you gonna fry and like, "no i won't, i'm black stupid, and black people they got melatonin, in their skin, we don't burn", meanwhile, my face is glowing and i felt, like i'm on fire, and the entire time you're just laughing at me, and snapping at me with your shirt, bastard, and i still have to get you back for that shit, and by the way them playboy rings, my mother stole from you, well nate finally got em back, shit it must have been at least 16 years ago, well i put em in your cask-ahhh, moving past it, it still ain't registered yet, but you can bet your legacy they'll never forget, the motor city motown, hip hop vet, hip hop shop, dreads, it don't stop there, yeah, as difficult as it sounds. i see no man left in them mirror, life seems so hard, i feel just to give up, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult, i just spend my day drowning, in sorrow, alone with my thoughts, i ain't got time to borrow, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult, and this may sound a little strange but i'mma tell it, i found that jacket that you left at my wedding, and i picked it up to smell it, i wrapped it up in plastic until i put it in glass, and hang it up in the hallway so i can always look at it, and as for all of me and d12 we feel like fuck rap, it feels like our general just fucking died in our lap, we shut off all our pages, all our cell numbers has changed, our two-ways are in the trash, so some cats will have to find a new way, and i know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today, but the truth is there all still here and you ain't, purple gang, you gotta keep pressing on, don't ever give up the dream dawg, i got love for you all, and doody, it's true you bought people together who never, woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you, you were the peacemaker doody, i know sometimes you were moody, but you hated confrontation, and truly hated the feuding, but you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping, if it had to happen, it had to happen, believe me, i know you're the one who taught me to, throw them balls back on dresden, from making cars to paintballing, getting arrested, to sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jesting, they tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question, i guess them hookers and bums that we shot up, didn't show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweating, me, you and what's his face, i forgot his fucking name, shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team, and if i see him again i'mma punch him in the fucking face, and that's on hallie jade, whitney lane and alaina's name, i let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the air, for you and pour some liquor out for you with obie in the parking lot of 54, just before we were supposed to get in cars, to come and see you once more, difficult as it sounds, i see no man left in them mirror, life seems so hard, i feel just to give up, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult, i just spend my day drowning, in sorrow, alone with my thoughts, i ain't got time to borrow, i just wanna get on with my life, but its to difficult