Your dad dying really blows. My dad and I had back to back birthdays on the 8th and 9th of June. I shed a tear when I listen to Copywrite's June. I could be mad and shit at the aftermath of his death and all, but I'm a fuck up, the people he left are fuck ups, and we're pretty much all fuck ups. He was cool enough while he was around, which is more than some people get. I miss my dad every single day and a lot of my parenting miscues I could lay on his death, but why dwell? CAUSE YOU NEED TO DWELL SOMETIMES. CANT JUST STUFF THAT SHIT DOWN. THATS FAKE. GOTTA BE REAL. I haven't always been real. Try. Life's rough. SORRY, LET ME KEEP THIS LIGHT. Gonna be sharp man today.
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