Letter To My Pops

I been prayin' for a call, but I'm missin' pops I know they sayin' that they miss me, I don't

think they do What's gon' make you come around, your son

gettin' shot

Or a homicide breakin' out on trendin' news And which one I gotta do for you to come around

Aye need to learn to be a man, I'm tryna hold it down

You always told me to listen, but I don't hear a sound

I close my eyes and think about you when nobody around

Mom said put you in the past, but it just ain't workin

Pops, I'm tryna reminisce, our past got me hurtin

You always told me stay cautious, and now I feel I'm lurkin