Warning! This post contains profanity. (sorry mom)
I talk about the parts of Mike we lost but in many ways he is still very much the same. There are certain characteristics that identify the core of his spirit that remain unchanged, one of which is music. The essence of the old Mike comes alive when he listens to his favored music (hard core rap). There are times when our music tastes blend - sometimes they don’t, but there is one where we’re in agreement. Jay-Z…I love Jay-Z, I am a huge fan! One of the finest rap artists of our time (just my opinion). I also LOVE Linkin Park so the mash album (Collision Course) was hog heaven for me. Mike, Emily and I are riding along in the car a couple of weeks ago, Encore/Numb playing on the iTouch and Mike says “this should be my song. This is my song…play it again.” We listened to it many times at his request and he now asks for it to be played just about every time we’re in the car. For what it’s worth, for however you interpret why he relates - this is Mike’s song.
Numb / Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
What hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov’? Riddle me that
The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at
Can’t none of y’all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I’m, young H.O., rap’s Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I’m in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov’ cracked the can open again
Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
What hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
What hell are you waiting for
[sighs]
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay’s status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain’t to play games witchu
It’s to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I’m blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh’fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, ’til your lungs get sore
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I’ve become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more…)
I’ve become so numb
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
One last time I need y’all to roar!
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Celebration of Life - Hope to see you on Saturday!
xxoo