[00:00.00] 作词 : Stanley Bryan Robinson/Stephanie Gayle Hilliard[00:01.00] 作曲 : Stanley Bryan Robinson/Malcolm Lloyd Jackson[00:29.04]My gallery is haunted by these ghosts in my cell[00:32.34]They live on in memories but it’s no citadel[00:35.58]I’m scared they’ll disappear every time my screen blackens[00:38.94]I hope they're in the cloud and they repented for their actions[00:42.09]But I know you’re still here, I feel you with me[00:45.33]My cup runneth over with spirits until it’s empty[00:48.63]The body is a host and a host is a shell[00:51.60]But now you’re suited for glory. Adios and farewell[00:55.92]Wish you were here to hear what I’m writing now[00:58.50]Last time, it was your brother that I was writing bout[01:01.71]You was in the stu with me, sat in the chair I’m sitting in[01:04.98]Leaning toward the monitor, eyes closed while you listened in[01:08.07]To how I missed your brother, my father. Your eyes were glistening[01:11.22]Never seen either one of you cry. Now I was witnessing[01:14.64]Glitches in the matrix, breaking thru your conditioning[01:17.82]Thickened skin from life on the streets and years of imprisonment[01:21.03]Isn’t crazy how once you come home you’re never fully present[01:24.63]It’s like a part of you’s trapped in that cell and never left it[01:27.87]Upon your exit got locked in another cell it seems[01:31.14]Eternal life in these photos that’s on my celly screen[01:34.35]You might’ve escaped the pain and your worldly limits[01:37.02]But it’s ironic we use a cell to capture an image[01:40.20]So we latch to our village, every phone that we can pillage[01:43.50]With tangible memories, we can circle back and revisit[01:46.95]My gallery is haunted by these ghosts in my cell[01:50.19]They live on in memories but it’s no citadel[01:53.43]I’m scared they’ll disappear every time my screen blackens[01:56.79]I hope they're in the cloud and they repented for their actions[01:59.94]But I know you’re still here, I feel you with me[02:03.18]My cup runneth over with spirits until it’s empty[02:06.48]The body is a host and a host is a shell[02:09.48]But now you’re suited for glory. Adios and farewell[02:12.69]To my Uncle George, we wish you were here[02:15.54]Aunt Acelilia we wish you were here[02:18.45]Trugoy, Nujabes, J Dilla we wish you were here[02:22.41]To my father, I wish you were here[02:24.81]PH, Deckstream, Vice Verses… wish you were here[02:28.86]Young Gabriel wish you were here[02:31.41]Laline, Franky, my brother Junior wish you were here[02:35.13]Too many names but I wish you were here[02:38.55]Can’t let you go if I wanted to, I refuse to release you[02:41.82]Can’t text or call if I need you but at least I can still see you[02:45.03]So many numbers and faces, can’t bring myself to erase them[02:48.72]Voids that can’t be filled and no perfect fit to replace them[02:51.75]… Time done turned your iPhone to a mobile mausoleum[02:54.99]Or an android filled with memories of human beings[02:58.08]Like Motoko Kusanagi, show is over and I’m sorry[03:01.53]Life was the main event, hope we link at the after party[03:04.50]Scroll thru pics and video of fam and friends, I’ll never see again[03:08.22]Music I’ve been consuming from legends since the age of 10[03:11.46]Songs I did with the homies that's difficult to play again[03:14.76]All of them at their peak before their health began wavering[03:18.18]Why does the cage bird sing? So we remember them?[03:21.09]Scared to death to free’em ‘cause how else would we revisit them[03:24.81]Loads of content about you, still hard to be content[03:27.99]Wish you were physically here, so this is my lament[03:30.78]My gallery is haunted by these ghosts in my cell[03:59.94]They live on in memories but it’s no citadel[04:03.18]I’m scared they’ll disappear every time my screen blackens[04:06.51]I hope they're in the cloud and they repented for their actions[04:09.66]But I know you’re still here, I feel you with me[04:16.23]The body is a host and a host is a shell[04:19.17]But now you’re suited for glory. Adios and farewell