The Angel 'Josh' (rap dedicated to past cousin)

by Dustin S   Nov 19, 2008


I hear things about us having an angel guider,
Maybe true, if so they can be one good hider.
This rap goes to my cousin, one I never had confronted,
Because he past away to quickly, like a ball just punted.
Well, your in gods hands now, and I cant help but cry,
Sometimes when I think of you. I wanna know why?
Nothing I do can bring you back, I want my cousin,
Because I'm depressed. I never gave you one huggin'.
Josh, your in my heart, as well as your dad Kris,
And believe me that him, as long as me say your what we miss.
We defend your name, not let anyone throw assualt,
For when that happens, the end result will be their own fault.
Cuz you dont know me, but your like a brother in my eyes.
And I follow your fathers path, I let nobody spread lies.
A best friend, just by knowing who Josh really was,
Soon enough I'll meet you, and I can finally see my cuz.
I want you to watch closely, on what I'm about to say,
For I want you to hold this with you throughout everyday.

Im not worried about taxes, or the president,
I just wish I could resurrect my favorite resident.
Thinkin about this, man it make me feel like squash.
If only you could be here with us Josh.
(2x)

No bias man here, I'm a preacher teachin the truth,
Lettin you rest in peace, sayin you deserve your own booth.
Never got to celebrate your birthday, never saw a cartoon,
I give you credit for being a fighter, livin from might to noon.
Soon I will honor you, to my best ability,
I will get Teen prodigy, heh maybe the whole facility!
Your given your credit, no needa edit the stands,
For I bet if you still were here, you'd have all the plans.
As I write, Im hearing a lil bit of chamillionare,
Thinkin, that I can still feel your presence in the air.
Family is family, that wont change in destiny,
And if it does, I'll keep it the same, using all energy in my.
When I become famous, I will promise you you will be known,
For this song here I will make sure is shown.
Security you can call me that, for that job I secure,
Because when you think about it, you are still pure.
You lived for 15 hours, before closing yur eyes for good,
With nonproper lungs, we all love and respect you. Your understood.

Im not worried about taxes, or the president,
I just wish I could resurrect my favorite resident.
Thinkin about this, man it make me feel like squash.
If only you could be here with us, The Angel Josh.
(2x)

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