I was raised by the truth that all my heroes are dead
Ingrained in my brain all the lessons they bred
Man, the lives they were living, all the love they were giving
All the people, they are leaving, history they have written

I remember waking up hearing he has gone
24 Now in the heavens, all the legend apprentice
He’s well-known for being relentless He’s just early for practice
Ascending GOAT status, he’s sipping on his chalice

He was better with pressure, grit beyond measure
Ours forever, memories we treasure
Shaken like a tremor, devoid of pleasure
But the worst offender, the world lost her daughter

This song can’t be an ode without mentioning pac
The rhythm and the words he would spit on the track
The things that he stood for, the pains that he suffered
Those rhymes that were honest, a thug he wasn’t flawless

The game he revolutionized, identity rarely compromised
Humanity he emphasized, his virtue he would exercise
Screaming west side until the day that he died
He would not abide, to crooked cops that rewrite

His rhythm that I bite I would not rap without his rhymes
I’m pretty sure he’s still alive, in Cuba or places where he would thrive
Instantly he’d get a plaque, when nowadays kids be so whack
So when do we get his feedback, I’m wondering when he’ll come back

Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns
Out and the light fades away into the dark
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears
Another year where we are all left to fear
Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero
Ascends he’s not dead he’s just far ahead
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend’s all
Gone forgotten does anyone know?

Where did they go?

Jimi was a visionary nothing short of legendary
A library of melodies got gypsy eyes, a voodoo child
Virtuoso playing, guitar groundbreaking, tried imitating
Triad emulating, none duplicating, genius more than fascinating

In a time so liberating, creating noise that’s oscillating
Delegating notes to evoke emotions oh so stimulating
Gone to quick, got no more licks, got your face right on my pick
A bag of tricks, a bending string, ride that wind, fly little wing

No ones quite the symbol as the artist known as Prince
His music so influential, manga artists steal his tricks
Funky like no other, a funky brother that could change his pitch
A bizarre individual watch Chapelle in that skit

Not to contradict this song’s opening lines
I still got heroes in these modern times
Freddie Kane, who sells cocaine, a bonafide street manne
I can’t complain, story’s insane, another thug that’s humane

Let me talk about Frusciante, the man who influenced me
To think outside the box, and the aesthetic that is sloppy
Hirohiko Araki his shades, and fits I copy
And his stories, so out of body, like a blonde crippled jockey

The next namedrop is Felix, a fan of Greeks’s thesis
Influenced to buy new pieces, a wardrobe that’s more cohesive
Shouldn’t worry bout what happens, For heroes we do not lack
Legends’ legacies remain, but their bodies won’t comeback

Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns
Out and the light fades away into the dark
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears
Another year where we are all left to fear
Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero
Ascends he’s not dead he’s just far ahead
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend’s all
Gone forgotten does anyone know?

Where did they go?

Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns
Out and the light fades away into the dark
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend disappears
Another year where we are all left to fear
Could only see tears through my eyes when a hero
Ascends he’s not dead he’s just far ahead
Could only see tears through my eyes when a legend’s all
Gone forgotten does anyone know?

Where did they go?

Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns
Out and the light fades away into the dark

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