This is a song about "Hymn for the missing"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

You're softcore, missing the details like cropped porn.

You're missing the main mission so listen to emissions

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Everyday bless the several people missing.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

But i'm missing all the times in the past

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ain't got started i am the link that is missing