To Whom It May Concern
Snick Foley
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I never thought that, Amtrak, hug, be the place that we last meet A Monday morning call be the time that we last speak My eyes, bloodshot, snotty sleeves, since last week Taught me, be a fighter; I'm getting my ass beat Spent too long like Roy Jones thinking I can't be touched I ain't got no time machine; shit I can't do much Know you told me be the glue, "Yo Boo, hold it together" But it's hard to fix what's broken, don't think I'll hold it forever However, I recall recording at Tre's alone Mom using Sharlece, number to hit my phone Asked "you heard from your father? Go check up on your pops" Said "he missed his doctor visit. We just heard that from the cops" Called your phone; land lord answers "is this the son?" "I think your father passed, heart attack, around one" I called Mom back, Shardae too, relayed the message In denial, train of thought off the rails, trapped in the wreckage We called every single hospital, all police stations They called her back first and explained the situation "He called the paramedics, yes he passed, that much is true" "They arrived; 4 minutes later; there was nothing they could do" Hate they told my little sister, that she had to go receive it We crying on the phone, while mom, couldn't believe it But for me, I skipped right past shock; fell to my knees Screaming out in anger and sadness like "God please!" Now who gon' tell Dasha? She done gone away to college She dealing with enough, how she gon' take the knowledge? I booked my train back, next day, no hesitation Seven hours, holding back tears til my destination Once I reached the station, outta the pan, straight in the fire I stood, where you stood, when I seen you, 2 weeks prior I raced out, bawling and bugging, causing a scene Praying I would wake up and learn this all was a dream But it wasn't. It's hard to duck nightmares when they right there Tryna tell my aunt, while I'm wondering, how she might fare The words out, now everyday insurance in my pockets With funeral homes, cemeteries, just wanting profit Just stop it! Can y'all relax? Just let a nigga breathe (Can y'all relax? Just let a nigga grieve) They ain't give no reprieve, taking leave, to your old hood Walked, where you walked, soaked it in, like the bold should Set up the service, same place as my grandparents Y'all reunited, be excited It's hard to hide it, that's why I don't, I cried on every shoulder Church ladies praying for me, the embrace just made me colder I told ya, if anything happens no need to worry I'll send you off with class and I'll do that shit in a hurry And that's exactly what the f*ck I did! I got some help, but I gave all I could fucking give Shit, you know I couldn't waver; that's major, and since I couldn't save ya Only right for all you did for me that I return the favor I stared at you, closed your casket, ain't close the chapter We all know the tears, they follow after the laughter So all the memories they'll never fade to memory If there's an afterlife, I hope you'll still remember me So as I pen these lyrics, I hope somehow you can hear it Letter, to my father, it's your son, Foley Spirit
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