I have synesthesia but with emotions instead of sights. I can feel what is meant to be felt by each song, multiplied by hundreds.

It works the other way, too.

Come, see how Rusta makes me feel.

Stay 4.

That's what we'd say every night when we logged out of Skype. We knew what it meant at one time. It was hilarious, we remembered that much. But eventually we both forgot why we said it, but still we said it. It was an us thing. And now it's a we thing. You may use this to sign off, and I encourage you to do so.

This song is the personification of my time with Rusta. It was always an amazing time. It was always celestially blessed. He's a hard MF'er. I never liked how raw I felt around him. No secrets, because it's all open honesty and no facade. But he knew I needed it. Oh, did I ever. It made me stronger. It made me more honest.

Much like our current status, this song ends before it is completed. I know in my heart I'll see him again one day.

And it always hurt me to say goodbye, so he always let me say stay 4. Said it back every time, even.

If you are reading this Rusta; I love you like a brother and I hope you’ll reach out to me soon- here or messenger or smoke signal, whatever man, just let me know you’re doing alright. Let’s play PSO sometime.