Dearly Departed

I guess it is sometimes I think about my father

I wanna be a man like him I wanna take a stand like him

I wanna make a plan like him

Thinking bout the beach and playing in the ocean the sands again

I really want to see him clap and cry up in the stands again

Long time I was panicking

I was feeling like the chosen one cause so many forces was pulling me like Anakin

Had the devil talking to me when God was not answering

I asked God why he'd take my pops he couldn't give me answers then

Where was God I tuned my back completely

I was hurt and down and felt that no one else could fucking see me

I was chained in pain and there wasn't shit that could fucking free me