Don Dada G.N.D. - RD's Theme (Am I Lost)

Dear Pops, I wish I didn't have to write this
But I want to let you know you're missed
You're a gift to the people who had the chance to meet you
Always showing love, someone good up in this evil place
It's hard to face reality these days
Knowing I can't even call you just to bullshyt on the way that Hip Hop has changed
You told me to remain making music cause one day
You said that I'll be making waves
But since you passed away, It's been hard for me to focus
I've been smoking over instrumentals and moping
Mentally I feel broken, can't believe in this moment
Hoping to wake up from this nightmare but I won't and it's so cold
Inside my heart there's been a hole, cause I can not bring you back, I lack the sorcerers stone
This torture I must condone, but I won't become corrupt
Our legacy continues, cause I won't give this up but
Lost, the one emotion I've been feeling since my Pops passed
And. I don't think I can heal it
At least a part of me is glad that he wasn't killed
It was natural causes cause my father fell ill
But still I can't make sense this shyt
Since his ascension, I've been growing more distant
Shyts been a good year and I need to mention
I ain't hear from the family and start to question, If they even think about me
I reached out a good amount but got tired of counting, which solidified my doubts
I try not to stress about it, but I gotta confess I'm a little depressed
But all the bs aside I have to keep in mind
I am the Son Of RD, my interventions Divine
Not to mention intellectual and militant minded is just my design
By the code of DNA, I'm my father's evolution, but since he passed away I feel like
How am I to let this go
In this old world, feels like I down have a soul
I be sitting alone, drowned in all my thoughts
Saying I will keep this torch lit, no matter the forces
Lost is an understatement if you understand
In this old world, living as a young man
My only plan was to do it with my Pops
Music is part of our soul but we bleed Hip Hop
And it's not for fame, never gave a fuck about a chain
In this old world, nothing will come to remain
This my pain in pages, trying to hold something sacred
Dedication to my Pops, promise I will make it
Carry our name with pride and continue rising
In this old world we're never promised the time
So while I'm still alive, Imma praise his name pride
As the Son Of R.D., I'm guaranteed to always shine, even knowing I'm

Written by:
Darren Smith

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