(aka Reezin the Revolutionary)
Granbobby used to make my card disappear,
and pull a quarter out of my ear,
Momma how’d I end up here?
Life was so different,
I was so innocent,
Who knew I’d ever act like a criminal,
My love for you is far from minimal
Daddy was my hero,
He’s who I wanted to be like,
Taught me how to ride a bike,
Taught me how to live my life.
But you know me,
I never listen to advice.
I write this for family,
The ones I see on holidays annually,
I’m grateful for everything you handed me,
For my cousins n’ my grandmas,
For my aunts, uncles and my granpas.
Dad bought me my first Eminem CD in elementary,
Throwin’ presidents at Marshall Mathers, my favorite rapper till my wallet was empty.
Me and Richard used to bicker,
No one told me life would be this quick only getting’ quicker.
Who knew my little cousin would have a little sister,
Hey Owen, hey Amy, I hope you feel my love when you play me,
I hope you treat your sister like a lady,
I remember you both when you were just babies.
Now you can say, “there goes my cousin rappin’ like he’s Shady,”
Rappin’ like he’s Jay-Z,
Who knew my brain would decay from drugs,
I thought I’d go astray,
but my family stayed with love.
Nights of stress, stayin’ up,
I’ve seen enough,
what connection runs deep as blood?
This is Family Matters,
Cause even when you’re a famous rapper
FAMILY MATTERS
I’m still just a kid,
And Owen’s gettin’ just as big,
And Aubrey joined the guard,
Yeah, he really did.
Who knew you’d ever hear the Beat Bumpin’ and be able to say,
“Yeah, that’s my cousin stuntin’,”
Who knew I’d make a song that’d make you feel something.
Momma used to say I’m just like her brother,
I still remember summers at Meemaw’s house,
Swimmin’ in the pool and sleepin’ on the couch,
How old is Aurora now?
Where did the time go?
The good, the bad, remember the good,
Put the bad behind yo,
This is for the ones who ain’t here,
Who went too soon,
The ones we think about when we bow our heads,
This life’s so fast,
Feels like I only got hours left.
Family as priceless as life is,
This time is moving too fast.
I wish I could grab it, hold it and have it,
Keep it there and show you all how much I really care,
I thank you every day that I’m here and breathin’ air.
This is Family Matters,
Cause even when you’re a famous rapper
FAMILY MATTERS
Reese and Chris, went off to college and did good like everybody knew they would,
And Chris is in other countries teachin’ kids,
And my homies ain’t my homies, they my family.
Jacob Wakins, dog! How long have you known me?
Packin’ our little lunchbox,
Mommas takin’ pictures of us at the bus stop,
Plus Tucker Holt and Ty,
Yea we all grew up.
I told you I’s gonna blow up,
And Daddy I’m sorry I was such a screw up,
Wasn’t born for school and loved to do drugs,
I clasp my hands and look for God,
I ask for forgiveness,
And I’m something I’m now able to live with.
So play this track, look back and say, “My nephew did this,”
Yeah my grandson did it,
You, “That’s my cousin spittin’,”
“Yea that’s Charles who write this.”
I had to get some stuff off my chest,
I love my family,
I’m just a rapper,
So don’t ask about our dirty laundry,
That’s family matters.
I remember the first time I rapped for my brother and his words,
“You’re gonna do it Charles, you’re the best I’ve ever heard.”
The Moss’s yeah that’s my family, dog
The Morgantis, yeah that’s my family dog
Sam and Will, you my brothers, dog
Daniel you my brother, dog,
And I ain’t forgot about the others
You know I love my dogs.
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Beautiful just beautiful, he loved his family. it was more than obvious by his words. Thank you for sharing Charles’ song. I too really enjoy rap music. Eminem is my favorite. So very sad how talented creative and smart are so many peop,e with mental illness. My heart breaks knowing the pain they experienced daily. Your son, my son and so many others. They are missed daily but I try to celebrate my son with everyone. God bless you Anne Moss.
Wow. What talent and what love. Such a treasure.
Charles was so talented, loving and caring. What a wonderful creative son you raised! Anne, I think about you often and am grateful that you have opened the discussion of suicide for so many who have barely survived it. My husband hung himself on July 28, 2014. My son is just getting out of an alcohol rehab in Chicago and will enter a sober house next week. I worry constantly and pray that he will not relapse and that he will begin to enjoy life.
Oh Ann. Did you ever know how many people are touched by mental illness and addiction?
Anne, you are so right. Since my husband died by suicide, I have been shocked at the number of friends, acquaintances, and even strangers who have told me about their daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and uncles who have died by suicide. Mental illness is so invisible and so many people suffer silently or turn to alcohol or drugs to dull the pain. My son has had difficulties since he was a young child.
He and my husband NEVER had a good night’s sleep. My daughter is afraid to have children because depression, anxiety and bipolar illness are so prevalent in my husband’s family. So many of these souls are brilliant, creative and so sensitive and kind. My husband graduated top of his class in medical school and was such a caring pediatrician. My son, like Charles, is a beautiful writer. Life is so difficult for people with mental illness. We have to support more research to help them.
Thank you Anne. Thank you for your support and for helping carry the message.
I will treasure the time I had with Charles I was with him on his last trip to Fl. Always so nice to this old aunt. We miss you , Charles Bless Randy and Anne Moss, Richard and Myra. Love to this family Aunt Jan
Hi Anne Moss-I can tell how much Charles loved his family and what they meant to him. I don’t know if that’s any consolation to you and Randy but to me it means that he knew his family loved him and that they hadn’t given up on him. A lot of other people with his problems would not be able to say that. And it should count for something-that he knew how important family was. I think about you guys every day and hope you’re able to find some happiness in the midst of all of your grief. Cathy Day P.S. Rap is not my thing, but I think Charles was a pretty good one!
Wow. And to think we tend to stereotype addictive behaviors with selfishness. He clearly saw outside of himself and valued his family for who they were, not what they could do for him. So tender-hearted.