Lyrics

"yo, when people find out my last name's Miranda, first thing they wanna ask is any relation to the Miranda's Rights guy, well as a matter of fact I am"

verse: "Jan 31st of the year 76, the world lost a legend now one of heaven's kids, a man who was strong both mentally and physically, people think they know, but they don't what it is to be, fightin for self rights, with self doubt, locked up in a cell with no one to help out, and sometimes the road to success can be a violent hall, can make a person OD by drinkin tylenol, then u got folks happy so they smilin tall, others cryin for help but with a silent call, but that's life every step is just a lil game, I was named after u check out my middle name, when my grandfather Reuben told me all about, everything you tried to do but nobody would hear u out, it made me realize that u were a visionary, who got locked up and didn't find prison scary, but hey, everything happens for a reason, now your nephew is rappin plus he's also speakin, out to the world and lettin em know, that his uncle Ernesto is a legend fosho, who was lost in the universe, wanted acception, stuck inside a dream, far far from inception, gotta thank John J Flynn, for fightin for your case and makin a great win, cuz due to that you made history uncle, now you're up in heaven no more misery jungle, racial profilin still exist on a daily, but you gave us rights so it's not too crazy, wish I could've known you let alone met you, could've showed u different ways for u to get through, problems atleast for a while that is, may be a grown man but it's a child that lives, in my mind, I wanna rewind, so we can go back in time, to the night of your death with no joker's name, you would've never ever played that damn poker game, you would've, swallowed your pride and went to Bennie's wedding, cuz he loved you but back then you were forgettin, what it felt like to be loved, like what is it, did mad time and he never came to visit, so man, I really can't blame u, cuz honestly I would've done the same thang too, yea, no hugs allowed, but now you're up there lookin down from above the clouds, so anytime I feel bad I stare up, wishin u could chill and give me a haircut, cuz that's somethin that u learned in prison, they might've took your freedom but they never ever burned your vision, yea, but this our story, Miranda Goddammit lettin my heart pour see, so all them days of bein strangled are over, fear nothin cuz I got a angel on my shoulder "



"rest in peace uncle Ernie, yea"