A Rap From My Son

if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding, in the sky’s where i'll be hundred thousand miles and climbing i'll be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising flying through the time zones while i'm riding bolts of lightning i’m gone... and i hope i never come back again all this world can offer is disaster when will it ever end here’s a testament to the best of them who were heaven-sent who's friends and family outlasted them no laughter then it’s paper thin it’s shattered glass... it’s a look into the hollow depths of your tattered past when you heard the blast we were cast in the heart of the aftermath just trash in the path of disaster now we must face our master’s wrath brain matter sprayed now police dispatchers have to pick up the phone... who are you why are you so cool when my friend’s dead all alone with his head blown off 45 round hollow tip lead to the dome in the blink of an eye time passed us by when friends and family died where was i gettin high flyin through time zones if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding, in the sky’s where i be 100,000 miles and climbing i be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising riding bolts of lightning in my nikes time zone flying