life and death people come and go its part of our destiny you ever have someone you care about just leave your life whether sudden or its coming and you can t breathe right the first time i was ten when i endured that pain my friend s dad was shot in front of my face i saw brains she was nine she was crushed she was mine i had a crush then she moved out of state her moms abandoned her i knew this kid in middle school who refused to make friends cause his dad was military they d be moving again its the passing of a grandparent mom or dad or a child take advantage of the times we have its divorce it s death it s the loss regrets but for every loss we find something more to connect theres a plan though we dont always know what it is like my friend who got married but wifey couldn t have kids then his mom passed away we were stunned and torn nine months later their son was born this is our destiny what is meant to be will be its out of our hands part of the plan respect time we have enjoy the show because people come and go and when they go they re missed whether old or kids its the memories we make it s that ownership its the unknown fear its the fear we know when our people come and go we re trapped in a race against time i guess that some of us are running slower you never know when the grim reaper might be coming over a boy watch his older brother go become a soldier die overseas now he barely sees his mother sober his father left her he don t know if he should love or loathe her he wishes pops would just show up with a dozen roses him and cousin joseph jumping on the fucking sofas screaming out the window at the city while they re chugging sodas laughing not fully grasping or grappling with truth smoking grass hanging on the corner tackling their youth absentee parents and violence is everywhere chaos and loss surround them but their eyes never tear they share private stock bitches hennessy fistfights and enemies they share the same pain same blood and same memories they was everything that was clear but wasn t said till he shows up at the crib and finds his cousin dead  this is our destiny what is meant to be will be its out of our hands part of the plan respect time we have enjoy the show because people come and go and when they go they re missed whether old or kids its the memories we make it s that ownership its the unknown fear its the fear we know when our people come and go1