R.i.p. Lyrics - Kero One

(Verse 1) 

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 

So we mourn today 

(Chorus) 

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

(Verse 2) 

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 won't 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.. 

(Chorus)