Kero One - R.I.P (Feat. Suhn)

I was 16, when the bell on the phone rings

It’s my homie from church, an ex dope fiend

a little older, wore his heart on his shoulder

a hiphop head so we connected on the totem

back then I’d kick verses and he’d be on the scrotum

I wish he were around to hear these verses that I wrote him

just to clear the air, confusion and misquotings

a good kid with black clouds following his motions

like “hear ye hear ye” but they don't hear me

the headline I’ve read for the tenth time, its eerie

“three dead, including Sunday school teacher

an ex dope fiend, turned extroverted church leader”

is this real? my hairs raised suddenly

I’m drowning in emotion while shivers swim subtly

I read on “an affair that ends tragic

teachers pleads for life down the barrel of a magnum

then point blank shot dead together with his lover,

before the lovers husband took his own life from him”

my eyes turned red, welled up a watered gaze

from hurt, fear, and let down in lots of ways

God! Why would you allow this if you save

when evil lurked within, why did my homie disobey

we got one life, is it ok to be afraid

at least we got that option stomping through this maze

its ok to be afraid, many don’t have that option, that’s what we mourn today


"here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same"

"here one day, then gone away and all that remains is the pain"


I remember her soft skin and her caress

the mistakes that I made and her grace when I confessed

like politics me and her it was complex

but all the stains would wash away, each time our minds connect

we had history, old school like a cassette

together we opened doors, explored, she knew me best

I imagined us forever, ever, ever

but now I wish I never met her

why wont this feeling letup

I can't forget her staring at our empty bed

the silence is screaming at me, so I stay awake instead

and in the sheets, there’s rooms for extra legs

on my phone no SMS, missed calls, or messages

from tying the knot , to farewell goodbyes and

my stomach twisted up in knots like Bear Grylls tied them

the start and end, it comes full sphere

from the cradle to the grave, I wish you were here
I was 16, when the bell on the phone rings

It’s my homie from church, an ex dope fiend

a little older, wore his heart on his shoulder

a hiphop head so we connected on the totem

back then I’d kick verses and he’d be on the scrotum

I wish he were around to hear these verses that I wrote him

just to clear the air, confusion and misquotings

a good kid with black clouds following his motions

like “hear ye hear ye” but they don't hear me

the headline I’ve read for the tenth time, its eerie

“three dead, including Sunday school teacher

an ex dope fiend, turned extroverted church leader”

is this real? my hairs raised suddenly

I’m drowning in emotion while shivers swim subtly

I read on “an affair that ends tragic

teachers pleads for life down the barrel of a magnum

then point blank shot dead together with his lover,

before the lovers husband took his own life from him”

my eyes turned red, welled up a watered gaze

from hurt, fear, and let down in lots of ways

God! Why would you allow this if you save

when evil lurked within, why did my homie disobey

we got one life, is it ok to be afraid

at least we got that option stomping through this maze

its ok to be afraid, many don’t have that option, that’s what we mourn today


"here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same"

"here one day, then gone away and all that remains is the pain"


I remember her soft skin and her caress

the mistakes that I made and her grace when I confessed

like politics me and her it was complex

but all the stains would wash away, each time our minds connect

we had history, old school like a cassette

together we opened doors, explored, she knew me best

I imagined us forever, ever, ever

but now I wish I never met her

why wont this feeling letup

I can't forget her staring at our empty bed

the silence is screaming at me, so I stay awake instead

and in the sheets, there’s rooms for extra legs

on my phone no SMS, missed calls, or messages

from tying the knot , to farewell goodbyes and

my stomach twisted up in knots like Bear Grylls tied them

the start and end, it comes full sphere

from the cradle to the grave, I wish you were here
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Beat.

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Beautiful sadness.

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