I left you outside the gates of Heaven
They wouldn't let me in
I waved goodbye as you stepped within

It's like hell on Earth without you near
I named my daughter after you,
So when she smiles, it's sorta like you still here

It's kinda crazy how the time flies,
25 years since my grandmoms died
But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together

Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last forever
And you're just still here somehow
I still feel your presence

I credit you for my inner strength
I feel it in my essence
In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics

I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches
I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence
Every verse I ever written, your energy is kinetics

Though I'm grown-up, I'm still heartbroken, aching, and crying
Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die


I left you outside the gates of Heaven
They wouldn't let me in
I waved goodbye as you stepped within

It's like hell on Earth without you near
I named my label after you,
So when I rhyme, it's sorta like you still here

It's been a year, and still in shock about exactly what happened
Did you make us all for your were my uncle and I was just rapping
Need you, just talking to you

I just saw you at my mother's house, I can't believe I just poured a coffee for you
We always feared that you would die from an overdose
You loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole

But in the end drugs didn't kill you, cancer did
I look at people die young, I don't know what the answer is
All I know is I worshiped you as a scrappy kid

Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
And that's pretty f*cking cool, trust me
I was the baddest when you started smoking crack, honestly it crushed me

Swept in under the rug, started smoking weed and poppin' acid
But managed to not do the uglier drugs
We grew apart when my grandmother died

Homeless, in-and-out of jail, we stopped relating to each other's lives
But years later we connected once again
Not as just nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends

Though I'm grown-up, I'm still heartbroken, aching, and crying
Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die