June - RJD2

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

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