​CHORUS:
When I’m thinking of yesterday, I think of the plans we made
And the smile that was on your face.  Now its oh so far away.

All truth gets revealed.  Time doesn’t heal.  
I rhyme cause I feel raw, broken, and real.
We've all gotten older.  The worlds gotten colder.  
I still feel in my soul, that I’m an R Soulja.

Yet those days are gone.  Pats moving on.  
So far away.  Hey, brother stay strong.
Our bond is lifelong, although your flights gone
And we don't always see eye to eye any more.

But that’s aiight Pat, cause I've got your back, 
And you've had my back, because we’re like that.
So when ya fly back, back, back, to New York, 
Me, Bri, and Twon will be here in the Port.

We’ll show our support, chillax, and look back
At all the great times we had with ya pat.
From Blackk, Whatz Good, to Stinky Burger Productions
To those Crazy Show days, from when we were young kids
CHORUS
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Dear Tricia, I miss ya, you're in my heart everyday.  
I think of you every morning, your in my prayers when I pray.
I pray you're ok.  I pray you don't hate me. 
 I pray that you’re safe.  And I pray that your pain free. 

It hasn't been easy for me to change how I feel.
My heart is so stubborn, unable to deal
With the fact that I lost ya for reasons unknown.
It’s like a forclosure.  Your heart was my home.

When I texted you that day, that I heard you moved away,
And you asked me how I was, there was nothing I could say.
I had just let down a fan who flew from Florida to meet me
She was pretty, kind, and sweet, just not enough to keep me.
 
You’re the girl I met at a Ron Paul party, 
My dream come true, ooh, a beautiful smarty.
Way to cool for a guy like Smiley
Yet, mine for a time... when my heart was happy.


Dear Chris what happened?  This is not what we planned gee
You've just turned 33, time to start you a family.
Plus where is our grammy?  And where is our CD
Revolution Raps, ya said was soon to be released?

Please...  You're buck'n this up.   
We were meant to succeed... but your stuck in this rut
Enough is enough!  I’ve gota get tough!
You do so damn much, but forgot who ya love!!!

Working seven days a week, barely getting any sleep.
You're sadly losing touch with the friends you rarely see.
Yeah, the ones who said that we had the rare ability
To rhyme whats on there mind, kinda telepathically.

God gave you a great gift, and you wanna waste it?
It pains me to say this, but I gotta say it.
Chris you're a sell out.  You're selling yourself out.
While drowning in self doubt.  I think you need help pal.