Miss You

I don't wanna sit in silence it's bout time that niggas speak

I ain't never get the chance so it's bout time I say my peace

Remember holding back my tears thinking crying is for the weak

Until I seen my bro ina casket, his face up on a tee

That shit fucked up my mental remember nights that I ain't even sleep

Looking up at the ceiling , reminiscing still in disbelief

I want the phone in heaven that's the only number I can't reach

I wanna talk to drilla wishing we can rap on one more beat

I wanna hear my pastor it's a different feeling when he preach

I been asking God to cut em out my life if they a leech

I been watching my surroundings taking risk ducking police

I can see matters arising I keep my distance from the beef