This is a song about "Absence"

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

And there's little to be glad for

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

And not let your absence phase me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Wish i could be loved from all the people but that would be absence

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side