Letters straight to heavens door

It’s been awhile since we spoke 

Im in a good place smells of oak 

How’s heaven tell me all about it 

I’m still going and I don’t quit 

Remember the good times

You still live on in my rhymes 

The virus what’s your point of view 

Luckily heaven has you 

It’s taken lives already 

Trying to keep myself steady

If only there’s times with you 

Till then I got to do what I got to do