Hello everybody, it’s Steven Lynn Nicholson again here in Jackson, Michigan. As always, help fund and donate to prisonradio.org, not that they’re asking, but I am, and PCAP, Prisoner Creative Arts Program in University of Michigan. Just great people doing great things.
So, this is an ode. It actually is originally done to music. It’s for my father, who passed away October 2nd of 2025. It’s called “Death Comes and Goes.” It’s an ode to Thomas Owen Nicholson.
Death comes, and death goes.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
Death comes and death goes.
Death comes and death goes.
Christ took the keys, and he already won the war.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
October 2, 2025, my dad died.
It was suicide.
He took all of his Klonopin,
About 100 of them.
His whole mouth was deep blue, cerulean.
Anxiety and depression was rulin’ him.
Adolescent life was truly cruel to him.
He could never climb out of the pit that he was in.
Some of us was pulling him,
But not enough of them.
Angels were assigned to him.
Then again, demons tried counteracting them.
They’re good at fishin’ and they ain’t usually missin’,
And they ain’t distracted by that Netflixin’.
I mean, here I am in prison, and I quit writing him.
At least I was calling him,
But that’s appalling when
I got my pen,
And I write for a living.
His miserable existence was killing him.
For me, his existence in my life was fulfilling,
And I’m the firstborn of all of his children.
And no frontin’, that means something
Like an eternal beginning.
R.I.P. to my father, Thomas Owen Nicholson.
I’m never letting go of him, because I love and I honor him.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
Death comes, and death goes.
Christ took the keys and already won the war.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
Yo, the existence of life is lifted so high
Wen we visualize our loved ones’ lives.
Life’s a fight, so memorize their lives,
The good and the bad sides.
Take a look at life through their eyes.
Cry sometimes.
Let the chemical complex of stress grow wings and fly,
Right out of your life.
It’s gon’ hurt, but you won’t die.
And when you realize that you’re still in the fight,
Keep that second wind and use your free life
Supplied by Christ.
Life is not a game.
Recognize you’re lame, and there’s only one name
JESUS
That takes your pain and extinguishes flames,
And extends your game.
It’s like a game sharp for the heart.
He gave us cheat codes from the start.
Find the light in the dark.
Find your voice and bark,
Like a pit to speak life to them slipping
In the grit of the pit.
Because yeah, my dog, a lifeline does exist.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
Though death comes and death goes,
Christ took the keys and already won the war.
Death comes, and death goes.
Though the memories we make will keep us on our toes.
That’s it.
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