[Verse 1]

Otis died at 26
I'm 26 while writing this
What's that say about the life I live?
What's that say about my lifelessness?
Does that really say that life's a gift, or that life's a bitch?
And that's a cliche thought
But at least fame brought enough love to have me open thinking 'bout it now
And did he retain God as his team's plane
Washed into that water as he was going out of town
And I, and I can't draw parallels
I'm just a young catholic boy raised being scared of hell
Who lost his faith, grew up to be a ne'er-do-well
Riding life's rounds and rounds, Tevin Campbell's carousel
I only hope if my life were to end tonight
I'd leave a legacy of love lost and left behind
A couple stories for my next of kin next in line
And maybe one song that up and stands the test of time

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Cause I got a body just a young as Otis, and a m-m-mind as old
They say there's footage of his body being found now If we could only finally f-f-find his soul

[Verse 2]
He was born in '41
I was born in '81
14 years after that fatal plane begun
He left behind his lady love and two baby sons
Biggest hit came out after he died, that's crazy huh?
It makes me shrug, they don't make them like they used to
Another cliche thought, but where's our modern Juice Crew
We got a bunch of singers dancing up on YouTube
But where's the ones that really move you to feel the blues too
And I don't hate at all I'm just a little jaded ya'll
Dwelling on that wake up call, sometimes even favorites fall
Some descend until they're left with no name at all
While others lead a righteous path and let their tails remain as tall
So what's the difference? Where's the fine line
Between nobody gives a shit, and everyone in line crying?
Every question that I ask is rhetorical
Otis Redding, lost legend, lives on immortal

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