Angels Pass Through

Yeah, this dedicated to my brother Mann
Timothy Goldring
We lost him July Third, Twenty Twenty-One
Exactly Three years after his son passed away
(RIP Ty, we love you Ty)
My brother, he was a jack of all trades, man
Do it all sing, rap
(Was funny as hell)
Draw (hell of a artist)
Barber round the way
Cut hair
Tattoo man around the way
My brother told me when he was locked up
He made a tattoo gun out of a motor from a radio, man
That's crazy

You called me on my birthday
But not to wish me happy birthday
I felt a way
I still remember how I felt the day
I got the call
That you was gone, ain't know what else to say
Like how can someone cool as you just melt away
I failed to play my song for you
Never got to let you hear it
Bro, you were supposed to be on it
Now I could barely sing the lyrics without a tear
It's like you left us in the physical
But you still here in spirit
Why you ain't go get a physical
You probably could've prevented it
You let it prolong
So long until we reunite
Although it hurt to see you fight
It was your courage that helped ignite
A fire inside
And a will to survive
I got children to provide for
I can't be dying inside
I got my labs back, it said prediabetic
But I won't let it get to type Two
So I'm dieting like dying ain't on my schedule
And I know it's all gonna work out
Something like my daily regimen
I'm blown it took a loss for it to register
But we can't change the past
When an angel pass through and rearrange your path
You gon follow their lead
You gon travel that road
Or dwell in sorrow indeed
Love up on your seeds
You never know what tomorrow may bring

Don't look down
Yeah
Don't look down
Don't look down
Yeah
(It's on the way too)
Don't look down
Don't look down
Down