Eulogy

Times are changing
It might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
Used to be crazy
The feeling's gone and missing
That impossible mission
That just sounds like an excuse to me
Excuse to me baby
Things gonna change
And if it hasn't it's news to me
News to me baby
Flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone, here's a eulogy
Baby

I got a call the other day from an unknown number
Picked up and familiar voice on the other end
Ironic word ain't it?
'Cause something else starts at the point that you departed
Hit me right in the heart
You always had me at hello
You know, the kind of person that you can't tell no
Why them two lil letters so hard to put together?
When you don't it feel bad, when you do it's no better
Things change all the time like the number that the call was from
Memories forgotten but life goes on
The world spins different when you get-get-gettin' it
It probably made the sun shine brighter, didn't it?
But all things good must and Tip ain't sweatin' it
Shiny could rust even if you don't let it
Change is the constant, it's painfully obvious
Especially when you hear from a friend who ain't called since
When?

Times are changing
It might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
Used to be crazy
The feeling's gone and missing
That impossible mission
That just sounds like an excuse to me
Excuse to me baby
Things gonna change
And if it hasn't it's news to me
News to me baby
Flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone, here's a eulogy
Baby

Yeah, seven hundred and eighteen
With a gun still, come they up in the gate things
Either get away or make vanity plates
Seems the family's deteriorating
Coulda made Google but you're in that state thing
Who's to say you wouldn't have went that way king?
We had chances, I recall fifth grade dances
Both walked in on that backwards pants shit
A year later you got jumped and I ain't even jump in son
I was a punk
We too old for that now but I wouldn't back down
No one for me? Shit, you pop the trunk
And that's literal, now we gotta visit you
For your actions I have remorse
Yet you still proud when I'm in The Source
Brother you never left my thoughts
It's me

Times are changing
It might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
Used to be crazy
The feeling's gone and missing
That impossible mission
That just sounds like an excuse to me
Excuse to me baby
Things gonna change
And if it hasn't it's news to me
News to me baby
Flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone, here's a eulogy
Baby