"my uncle showed me love no one could could know, young and po' with a tougher road, to suffer hunger was nothing but unc would hold us down, would help mom lift the motherload, I got chronin, I used to wonder what it would be like to speak to pops as a grown man, he provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands, he was there when I had no fans, my cellphone rings, and after I answer, a voice says "your uncle's been diagnosed with cancer" worst news in my life, him and chemo going 12 rounds and they both losing the fight, I'm rushing up to see the cyanide, praying for a miracle, I don't wanna see my idol die"-crooked I from the slaughterhouse song goodbye. It is how I feel right now