Pops

Will you talk to me now? I know you're awake
Probably been all night, probably been up for days
Have you took your first hit yet? Have you took your first dose
Will you talk to me like you did long ago
I tried to catch you at 6:55
Before your beast had a chance to sneak up and swallow you alive
I pray right now that there's just one piece
Left of the man I adored and learned how to live my life to the best of my ability
And wear a vest of tranquility
And though I couldn't follow by lead
Only by word
It was spoken enough to count for more than you could ever be told
You were the best that you could be
And taught us three to do the same
No matter what it was we were doing, you
Taught us not to refrain

When I'm on point I think of your ethics
Work first, play later and no second chances
But I can still hear my Mom chantin
"We're not promised tomorrow"
So I keep searching for my mansion
As well as the understanding
That it's the least of the things from this planet
In which I could ever borrow

I used to hurt my neck looking up to you so often
Now I gotta pull my nose down and not feel snobbish
It's kinda weird even talking to you
I'm completely conscious of my every move
I won't shake my head or look down in pity
When you tell me war stories of emotional counterfeiting
I won't turn around or raise an eyebrow in shock
Cause I fear it'll only validate your self-destructive plot
It's been five long years I've been watching you rot
You've sold everything that could have possibly been bought
I never would have thought you'd get comped three squares and a cot but
With the tables turned we can learn just what the other lost and exactly what we've got
You've seen a lot of demons and all of which I've fought
And if I can win
So can the man from which I was brought

When I'm on point I still think of your ethics
Work first, play later and no second chances
But I can still hear my Mom chantin
"We're not promised tomorrow"
So I keep searching for my mansion
As well as the understanding
That it's the least of the things from this planet
In which I could ever borrow

I wish I would've known
What you'd become all along
I would've laughed when you told me to eat my spinach
And grow big and strong
Every scrimmage game played was truly fake and
I'm alarmed to think the coach was just a hoax for a synapse trapped pawn
Shop til you drop But possessionless when gone
A pessimist at best you didn't think it would take long but
You built a tolerance to a poison so strong (Climb Higher)
I know it's hard not to sing along (with the choir)
I'll call you sir if you don't hear sire
I'll remember the man who kept me inspired

When I'm on point I still think of your ethics
Work first, play later and no second chances
But I can still hear my Mom chantin
"We're not promised tomorrow"
So I keep searching for my mansion
As well as the understanding
That it's the least of the things from this planet
In which I could ever borrow