Comeback

I was raised by the truth that all my heroes are dead Ingrained in my brain all the lessons they bred Man, the lives they were living, all the love they were giving All the people, they are leaving, history they have written I remember waking up hearing he has gone 24 Now in the heavens, all the legend apprentice He's well-known for being relentless He's just early for practice Ascending GOAT status, he's sipping on his chalice He was better with pressure, grit beyond measure Ours forever, memories we treasure Shaken like a tremor, devoid of pleasure But the worst offender, the world lost her daughter This song can't be an ode without mentioning pac The rhythm and the words he would spit on the track The things that he stood for, the pains that he suffered, Those rhymes that were honest, a thug he wasn't flawless The game he revolutionized, identity rarely compromised Humanity he emphasized, his virtue he would exercise Screaming west side until the day that he died He would not abide, to crooked cops that rewrite His rhythm that I bite I would not rap without his rhymes I'm pretty sure he's still alive, in Cuba or places where he would thrive Instantly he'd get a plaque, when nowadays kids be so whack So when do we get his feedback, I'm wondering when he'll come back Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns Out and the light fades away into the dark Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears Another year where we are all left to fear Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero Ascends he's not dead he's just far ahead Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend's all Gone forgotten does anyone know? Where did they go? Jimi was a visionary nothing short of legendary A library of melodies got gypsy eyes, a voodoo child Virtuoso playing, guitar groundbreaking, tried imitating, Triad emulating, none duplicating, genius more than fascinating In a time so liberating, creating noise that's oscillating Delegating notes to evoke emotions oh so stimulating Gone to quick, got no more licks, got your face right on my pick A bag of tricks, a bending string, ride that wind, fly little wing No ones quite the symbol as the artist known as Prince His music so influential, manga artists steal his tricks Funky like no other, a funky brother that could change his pitch A bizarre individual watch Chapelle in that skit Not to contradict this song's opening lines I still got heroes in these modern times Freddie Kane, who sells cocaine, a bonafide street manne I can't complain, story's insane, another thug that's humane Let me talk about Frusciante, the man who influenced me To think outside the box, and the aesthetic that is sloppy Hirohiko Araki his shades, and fits I copy And his stories, so out of body, like a blonde crippled jockey The next namedrop is Felix, a fan of Greeks's thesis Influenced to buy new pieces, a wardrobe that's more cohesive Shouldn't worry bout what happens, For heroes we do not lack Legends' legacies remain, but their bodies won't comeback Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns Out and the light fades away into the dark Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears Another year where we are all left to fear Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero Ascends he's not dead he's just far ahead Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend's all Gone forgotten does anyone know? Where did they go? Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns Out and the light fades away into the dark Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears Another year where we are all left to fear Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero Ascends he's not dead he's just far ahead Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend's all Gone forgotten does anyone know? Where did they go? Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns Out and the light fades away into the dark