Burning Zeal - Never Had the Chance Lyrics

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP

Dear uncle
I'm sending this message to the heavens
Hope you get it, why do I sense you in my essence?
Like you never left transcended death and entered
The creative part of me, I should get you in my CREDITS
Mom showed me plenty letters how you predicted your ending like a SCRIPT
I get chills reading that, you still sketching?
Or painting, maybe making MOVIES with angels for God to watch?
I think grandma and dad was fond of moi (Me) coz they saw a touch
Of you in me, but truthfully, I can't live up to that
Your good heart and talent aren't something that I can MATCH
But I think we would've STRIKED a conversation
You could've taught me how to slaughter pages
Even harder and I wonder if you'd agree of art's subjective
Only to an extent, I wonder how your life would've been
How much you could've achieved, it leaves a lot unanswered
We should let it be, not caught up in the past shit
The family still grieves your passing, I wrote this way too fast
A rough draft heard this beat when it was time to sleep man this
Jam closes tomorrow, with you gone there will always be a hollow
Spot in the family's hearts, we miss you uncle!

Kind regards
From your second oldest sister's son so...

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP

I never had the chance to shake your hand
I never got the time to look in your eyes
But somehow, I feel you when I grab a pad
Like you live in my rhymes, RIP