[Verse 1]

They ask me am I ok

they ask me if I'm happy

are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me

or am I just a little snappy

and they genuinely care

Doody, most of my life its just been me and you there

and I continuosly stare at pictures of you

I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do

yeah I say it now and you can't hear me

what the fuck good does that do me now

but somehow I know you're near me in presence

oh I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them

two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little

and dawg you'll never believe this

but Sharonda actually talks to me now

Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces

man how you touch so many fucking lives and just leave us

they say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different

if it's true, how the fuck am I supposed to get over you

Difficult as it sounds...



[Verse 2]

Doody, that's what we call each other

I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us

we was always brothers

never thought about each others' skin colours

til one day we was walking up the block in the summer

it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn

tryna walk under the trees

just to give me some comfort

I'm moaning I just wanna get home

when I look over and your shirt is off

I'm like you gonna fry and like

"No I wont, I'm black stupid

and black people they got melatonin

in their skin, we don't burn"

meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt

like I'm on fire

and the entire time you're just laughing at me

and snapping at me with your shirt, bastard

and I still have to get you back for that shit

and by the way them playboy rings

my mother stole from you

well Nate finally got em back

shit it must have been at least 16 years ago

well I put em in your cask-ahhh

moving past it, it still ain't registered yet

but you can bet your legacy they'll never forget

the motor city motown

hip hop vet, hip hop shop, dreads

it don't stop there

Yeah, as difficult as it sounds...



[Verse 3]

And this may sound a little strange but I'mma tell it

I found that jacket that you left at my wedding

and I picked it up to smell it

I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass

and hang it up in the hallway so I can always look at it

and as for all of me and D12 we feel like fuck rap

it feels like our General just fucking died in our lap

we shut off all our pages,

all our cell numbers has changed

our two-ways are in the trash

so some cats will have to find a new way

and I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today

but the truth is there all still here and you ain't

Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressing on

don't ever give up the dream dawg

I got love for you all

and Doody, it's true you bought people together who never

woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you

you were the peacemaker Doody

I know sometimes you were moody

but you hated confrontation

and truly hated the feuding

but you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping

if it had to happen, it had to happen

believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to

throw them balls back on Dresden

from making cars to paintballing

getting arrested

to sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jesting

they tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question

I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up

didn't show up for court

so we got off on a technicality, left sweating

me, you and what's his face

I forgot his fucking name

shame he even came to your funeral

he betrayed our team

and if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fucking face

and that's on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's name

I let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the air

for you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie in the parking lot of 54

just before we were supposed to get in cars

to come and see you once more

Difficult as it sounds...