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The beat barely breathes, slow piano drippin’ like tears on the keys,
Gone but never forgotten—still, the absence cut deeper than these.
Uncle’s voice in my head, faint echo in the quiet storm,
But the room feel like a tomb now, body warm but the spirit torn.
Gone… but the memories sharp like razors in my veins,
Every laugh we shared now a ghost that brings the pain.
He taught me how to stand when the block tried to break me down,
Now without his wisdom, I’m sinkin’ slow, watchin’ myself drown.
Depression wrapped its arms tight, colder than the winter he left,
Pulled me under the surface, no air, no light, no breath.
Can’t get out the bed for days, sheets heavy like wet cement,
World outside celebratin’ life while I’m payin’ permanent rent.
I scroll through old photos till my eyes burn red and dry,
His smile frozen forever, but the warmth said goodbye.
Food sit untouched, stomach twisted in silent knots,
Motivation a stranger—knocked out cold, connectin’ no dots.
Friends hit the line, “You good, fam?”—I let it ring to voicemail,
Can’t fake the “I’m straight” when the truth is I’m derailed.
Shower? Nah, the water feel like needles on skin too raw,
Mirror show a hollow king, crown cracked, spirit at war.
Gone but never forgotten—your name tattooed on my soul,
But the ink bleed into darkness, turnin’ everything cold.
I pour liquor in the sink, watch it swirl down the drain,
Whisper “Rest in power, Unc,” but the ache only remain.
Nights bleed endless, sleep a battlefield I always lose,
Dreams of your guidance crash hard, wake up with the blues.
Depression got the throne now, sittin’ heavy in my chest,
Whisperin’ lies all night: “You’ll never rise from this mess.”
Still, in the deepest pit, your lessons flicker like a spark,
“Keep pushin’, nephew—life ain’t fair, but finish what you start.”
I’m clawin’ at the walls, nails breakin’, fingers numb and sore,
Slippin’ further in the void, but fightin’ just a little more.
Gone but never forgotten… the words a double-edged blade,
Comfort in the memory, yet the emptiness won’t fade.
One day I’ll break the surface, carry your light through the fight,
Turn this sunken chapter into fuel for the rest of my life.
Till then… the stage feel empty, the cypher miss your voice,
But your spirit in every bar—gone, but never a choice.
Rest easy, OG. The family’s holdin’ on to your name.
Even in the deep depression, your legacy fuel the flame.

Uplifting Gospel Choir with Powerful Vocals and Organ, male