Dad I Miss You

I barely sleep at night i just dream a scene...
I get a vision and things arent what they seem...
Like dreams that everything is perfect the outer and the in between...
One day my mom was driving and my dad was in Georgia helping me fix a house...
I knew i was dreamin because my mom dont drive and my Dad not here and im not in the south...
Once i realize thats when i wake...
Then post on Facebook im omw to the 1st gigg Team No BREAK NO BRAKE...
My homie just told me that the decease contacts you in ya dreams...
I see it to be true because there things arent what it seems...
I dont wanna mess up the moments i have when im asleep...
It seems like hes happy like my dream is where hes at peace...
But i wake up mad that the dream wasnt recorded so i could keep...
Only way i hear his voice is by callin his voicemail on my moms phone...
I know your where the lord needs ya but we want ya home...
Time passing its not healing to be truthful...
To keep it unbottled in my full bottle i double shot from a bottle tryna break the habbit that im used to...
To stay sain i just continue to write...
Therapy from this black ink on this all white...
Just covering the new areas colored gray...
Tryna maintain Day by Day...R.I.P. Dad