As I Reminisce
As I look up at the stars
I can’t help but reminisce
On the the times we spent
Mind constantly pacing
On the thoughts of me embracing
The fact that your truly gone
All the grief it spawned
Even though I can only listen to yah voice through voicemail
I can only think about yah face from my intel
I dread the fact that I can’t have a conversation
Only put together the wise words you spit
I can’t help but cope wit all the frustration
Hope to see you again Pops that’s all I’m saying.
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