Drake Arrangement
Produced by: Ilijah Mora
Song: Hold On We're Going Home


Hold on - Alt R&B

Produced by: Ilijah Mora
Written by: Evan Russum, Ilijah Mora

Black Heart - Evan&I - Rock

Produced by: Ilijah Mora

Written by: Ilijah Mora & Jared Russum

LYRICS

Dear Dad, 
You look sad.. i told mom i broke the glass, on the back door, 
On that night you left for the store, 
Mom swept the floor, then wept more, you left us poor.

Out of sight, i just might, get a new mind, to build dreams,
And seed designs, around time, beyond the clouds, 
Where screams don't echo loud, where dad is proud, 
Of his first born, who came without warn, torn, I met scorn, 
A young tike, filled with spite; the schoolyard fights, 
I Never learned to ride a bike.
What was it about me you couldn't like?
I tried all my life to write you, overwhelmed, I’d yell at mom and fight for you.  
She’d  scold me, and told me,
“He's no good for you!” 
“..A dead beat, that never bought food for you,
Changed your diaper, bothered to be a writer, “
Forgotten, now talking..
From you I learned walking.



And it seems I was drifting further and farther
Thats made this pain and stress no less harder
A father who’s beat dead not dead beat
Who’s red feet shred streets and blood bled sweet
Bred seeds to watch them grow and reach for the sky
Till the top is low, you got to know
That I’d give my heart and soul
And the world unfurled, but poppa’s broke
Reality sinks in, like this ink pen
Scribing my thoughts, but what am I thinking?
Of all the times that fathered you,
Cleaned you up, fed you food, and watered you
I’m not there and its hard on you,
But look to the sky, cause that star is you
And if I had a car with just a little speed,
I’d race to where you are in your time of need.


Chorus
I had a feeling that i belong,
That i could be someone

Oh, No..


The message is clear, I'm just abandoned wreckage.
Your thirst for first, it always put me second. 
A damaged package, that no one could handle, 
Broke apart, dismantled, scrambled, starts to ramble..
Its never over easy, you say you love me to tease me.
The letters with good header, the stationary centered, 
I weathered precipitation, the facial regions seizing,
De-elevating, glacial agua streaming is teeming.
Entendre, double trouble, the surface starts to bubble, 
There’s No better, forgetter, to pain setters.
Indebted, to set it straight.
I took a stamp, addressed, affixed, to: non existent business digits.
The rain; mad at the weather, blamed seasons, the reasons for no letters
The voicemail i left with entail
You failed.  Derailed.
Without father, i Sailed.
If if i fell..
My son, he’ll never tell.

And I thought i was getting closer and closer
But the gap between us widened as you got older
And now you’re your own man and scolding me
“To be a father and get with the program”, see
I couldn’t hand the doubt in fear, housed in here
The pressure held me under, I almost drowned in tears
And the thought is killing me, and my responsibility
This monster still in me, haunts me willingly
I regret we never had that catch, never taught you to ride bikes,
Missed your first steps,  Lost birthday wishes, Shattered all the promises,  Only hugs and kisses were given by your mom
And it’s cold i know, i apologize son
Miss the memories, hope to start new ones
I still got that car.  Speeds without hesitation,
I’ll meet you where you are, just name the destination.

Dear, Dad

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