They say you're only as young as you feel/
Well I got no time for fairy tales/
Time to reach for the real/
What up Gino? I hope you're smiling down from Heaven/
Didn't get to see you off, didn't even meet the Reverend/
At your procession, I didn't go/
We weren't that close, but in this moment I just wanna raise a toast/
To the real, to the true/
All the lessons and values that your family and friends said they learned from you/
Out the blue, fade to black/
I'm just askin' why we can't all grow old with our kids and blow stacks?/
Think back to our triumph/
Our walk on the road to Zion/
Til the day we finally spread our wings and learn to fly on/
Til then, I get out of bed/
Blink my eyes so I see clearly/
But my limbs get weary/
And my eyes get teary/
Don't cry for me, no need to get misty/
If you miss me, then honor me by living everyday to make history/
Now four years later, I still remember the pain/
We were made to be greater, so Gino, you remain/
In our hearts, while we spark and remember Yesterdays/
Lighters up, fire shimmers, I hope it never fades/
And while our road ahead were lit with Tomorrows/
Your guide light went out/
It's like we live on borrowed times/
And in my mind, we're still on the plane/
Watching Inglourious Basterds, sipping Champagne/
And it still pains me cus you never called it quits/
Why'd you have to go, the thought alone makes me sick/
Cus your friends said you didn't have a mean bone in your body/
And your beats were reminiscent of blasts from sawed-off shotties/
At least, that's what I scribbled down during that day on campus/
And now, your best qualities are my personal standards/
So when I feel lost staring deep into the limelight/
I'll remember this is what (this is what) freedom sounds like/