I remember late nights, wisdom in his laughter,

I remember late nights, wisdom in his laughter, Taught me how to rise, never chase after disaster, Uncle Richard, kingpin, heart of the block, Built a legacy, solid as a rock, Every lesson learned, etched deep in my veins, Through the struggle and the hustle, breaking all the chains, Gave me strength to stand, when the world felt cold, In the shadows of the past, his stories unfold, Courage in his voice, echoing through the years, Facing all the demons, overcoming the fears, Now I carry on, with his spirit as my guide, Long live the memories, let the truth abide, In the hustle, in the grind, I’m carrying his name, Every step I take, I’m igniting the flame, So I raise a toast, to the lessons he taught, Uncle Richard, forever, in every battle fought. Late nights reminiscing, wisdom in his laughter, Uncle Richard’s lessons, always chasing after, Stories 'bout the struggle, dreams that he would capture, Life’s a wild ride, but he was the master. Sipping on that whiskey, sharing all his chapters, Taught me how to hustle, never be a slacker, Every joke he cracked, had me rolling like a tractor, Now I’m in the booth, feeling like I’m a factor. Memories echo loud, shadows in the rafters, Guiding me through storms, he was my disaster, Used to drop those gems, now I’m the one to gather, In the quiet moments, I hear his laughter. Time moves relentless, but my heart’s a plaster, Holding on to love, it's a bond that won’t shatter, Uncle Richard’s spirit, in the air like a chapter, I carry him with me, forever my master. I remember late nights, wisdom in his laughter, Echoes in the dark, memories chase disaster, Chillin' on the block, dreams painted with the plaster, Now I’m lost in thoughts, feelin' like a chapter passed ya. Every joke you cracked, like a spark in the cold, Guided me through storms, your stories never old, Now I’m searchin’ for signs, like a treasure to behold, But the silence hits deep, man, it’s heavy on my soul. Life’s a game of chance, and I’m rollin’ dice alone, Wishing you were here, just to hear your voice on phone, I’m trapped in this maze, where the shadows have grown, But I carry your light, in the seeds that you’ve sown. Days turn to years, but the pain never fades, I’m still hearin’ your laughter, in the love that you made, So I raise a glass high, to the memories we laid, Richard, you’re the legend, in the fabric of my shade.