Loss-Time - Reel Beetz & Sa Mood feat. Possibility, Sa Mood, REEL BEETZ

It was pretty rough when my best friend lost his Dad

Never talks about it though over a decade has passed

I ask him every now and then how he felt 'cause

I’m one of the only people who remembers him but we just

Talk about how he used to work at the radio

Gave us free CD’s when we were eight years old

Maybe that’s just what he needs, I don’t wanna hurt him

Pick on old wounds but if I was him I’m pretty certain

That I’d need a vent — especially 'cause his

Mom ain’t around either now she ain’t dead — but he needs a friend

Good ones are like family you really love 'em

Wouldn’t say it to his face but he’s like a little brother

When it was rough at home I’d spend my time there

His Mom once said I could always stay, that’s right there’s

Been a pillar when I needed one

Not saying that I had bad parents — it’s never easy son

We loose all don’t

Accuse someone

Just do what heals your wound

Years later noticed I was just oblivious

Smoking too much weed at a young age a city kid

Fleeing from reality or choosing not to see it

Are the same damn thing sooner or later you need to

Confront your past and what you would be feeling if

The same shit happened now — when you’re older is it easier?

I think not but knowing how to deal with it

Is something that you learn with time and if you’re feeling this

How about you reflect on when your parents

Got divorced and if it seems apparent

That you really didn’t give a shit ask yourself why

Especially whether you chose to close your eyes

There are lots of forms of escape — none are healthy

When I do the same I hope someone will tell me

When I’m down and under I know you’ll come and help me

Of course I’d do the same you just have to let me

We loose all don’t

Accuse someone

Just do what heals your wound

If you never felt free then you probably weren’t

Time to soul search and free your fucking spirit

There are things in life that you gotta verbalize

Keep 'em in too long and they start eating your insides

It can hurt to try but I know once you reach the core

It’ll make sense no more either or

The first weeks after my first real relationship

I cried in my pillow every night remembering and

At the time I felt alone and abandoned

Living on my own wasn’t easy but I managed

If you’ve ever loved but noticed that the clock

Stopped ticking a while ago and it’s about to drop

A quiet kind of sadness fills the space

Where there used to be passion — somehow it got misplaced

The only thing you can do is let time do its working

After a while the pain stops getting worse

We loose all don’t

Accuse someone

Just do what heals your wound

The only thing you can do is let time do its working

After a while the pain stops getting worse

And then it gets better a bit at a time

Overcome the bitterness remembering that life

Is something beautiful and there’s no time to waste

The bad thing’s you have to learn this in the hardest of ways

You gotta go through it but I hope you can

Find a space for a new person one day I know I’ll do it