#6
Made it from nothing, no you never had a dad
Gave it you're all to be something you never had
That's why I always got respect for my father and my uncle
And I know for my family that it might be a struggle on the long days
Just know he's in a better place
A long December filled with tears, what a bitter taste
They say that time heals the nastiest scars
But time is moving different, slower days make it seem so far
We all wish we could rewind, there's so much to say
Hear you crack one more joke about my rebel days
I wish I called you up, just to see how you're doing
It's funny what we take for granted, that's untill we lose it
And I don't even know the half of it
Cuz I know that's his family, yeah they got the worst of it
To my Aunt Stacy, Hunter, Johnni, Dad, Paula, Liz
His legacy was something that we can't ever forget
But it's time to get up, carry that legacy on
Cuz everyday I'm inspired, seeing the way he lives on
We gotta life full of gold, that's the way my uncle saw it
Every soul you touch could make a change, so never stop it
We gon', get up
Enjoy the life that God has given
We gon', get up
Reach out to family and listen
We gon', get up
Never give up on our dreams
And We gon', get up
Cuz life is short, that's what we've seen
And at his celebration of life, I heard so many stories
He cried, laughed, loved, gave everything and more and he was
The life of the party, yeah you should've seen it
What a life he lived, to the man himself, John Medina
Gave it you're all to be something you never had
That's why I always got respect for my father and my uncle
And I know for my family that it might be a struggle on the long days
Just know he's in a better place
A long December filled with tears, what a bitter taste
They say that time heals the nastiest scars
But time is moving different, slower days make it seem so far
We all wish we could rewind, there's so much to say
Hear you crack one more joke about my rebel days
I wish I called you up, just to see how you're doing
It's funny what we take for granted, that's untill we lose it
And I don't even know the half of it
Cuz I know that's his family, yeah they got the worst of it
To my Aunt Stacy, Hunter, Johnni, Dad, Paula, Liz
His legacy was something that we can't ever forget
But it's time to get up, carry that legacy on
Cuz everyday I'm inspired, seeing the way he lives on
We gotta life full of gold, that's the way my uncle saw it
Every soul you touch could make a change, so never stop it
We gon', get up
Enjoy the life that God has given
We gon', get up
Reach out to family and listen
We gon', get up
Never give up on our dreams
And We gon', get up
Cuz life is short, that's what we've seen
And at his celebration of life, I heard so many stories
He cried, laughed, loved, gave everything and more and he was
The life of the party, yeah you should've seen it
What a life he lived, to the man himself, John Medina
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Writer(s): Nathan Medina
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