Gratitude - Mike Posner, The Legendary Mike Posner Band

My band teachers' name was Mr. Z

And he told me «e, 'You ain’t shit', end «e

But it wasn’t 'till I heard that that I quit

And bought that motif, made them dope beats

Turned that old car to this window seat

But it all makes sense

Now God gives me hits every time I burn incense

Don’t that make you so insense?

Mr Z

Woo I blew up and ain’t visit your class since

But wait, I didn’t write this to say I told you so

Because without you I never would’ve sold out shows

I thought that was worth a page or two

Dear Mr. Z, this is dedicated to you

Gratitude, thank you

Dad called when Uncle Fred died

I didn’t want my mom to see me cry so I got 'em all out on the flight back

People lookin' at me funny, it’s like that

See, Uncle Fred, he was a good guy

He was proud when I started to win

My Aunt told me that he loved me and I swear to god, she gave me one of his pens

I mean the same pen that I wrote this song with

The same pen that I’m 'bout to put the team on with

'Cause he keeps giving me dope shit

And people keep on telling me 'Mike, you’re so sick'

I hope that’s enough to change your mood

Transform a Michigan sky from grey to blue

I thought that was worth a page or two

Dear Uncle Fred, this is dedicated to you

Gratitude, thank you

His friends could never pay you back, shit

Most of my friends never had no dads

And before we knew I had a sick style

You used to drive me to the studio to rap on 6 mile

You showed me that a real man ain’t afraid because he hugs, kisses, and cries

April to April, stays faithful, loves, listens and tries

So when I do find Mrs. Right, you best believe that my game gon' be zipper tight

Like you’re still making mom breakfast every morning

You start her car up in the winter when it’s snowing

Remember when you broke it down in New Orleans

I didn’t tell you I had my phone recording

I said 'why'd you marry mom and you said;

«It was a really hard decision and then it was,»

«So why did you make that decision?»

«Well, cause I, obviously intuitively Michael, I knew I loved mom»

«Your instincts, show her your heart and knew this is the right thing to do»

«My heart must have known.

This was playing games»

«Would you say your hearts more important in life?»

«Well when you’re 25, you’ll have to make that decision someday, I don’t know»

Now that is some G shit

When my son’s 25, I’ll show him this poem, he’s gon' need this

I thought that was worth a page or two

Dear Dad, this is dedicated to you

Gratitude, thank you