| O Heaven, how can I forget you? | 
| Rose to the occasion, one day, pluck your petals | 
| Store something precious up in the way I left you | 
| But no matter what’s changed, sustain, be the best you | 
| The rest grew restless as cousins sleep | 
| Went in peace, but the search wasn’t deep | 
| I invested my week to see a brighter Monday morn, but | 
| Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform (damn!) | 
| And through it all I try not to do you wrong | 
| As I have in the past, rapping other love songs | 
| But its kinda hard building lust when the trust gone | 
| Money was the object of affection, they ain’t want y’all | 
| Should’ve gone with my first love | 
| Maybe moved out to? | 
| and wrote books in cursive | 
| Learned a little French and do the film I’ve been tryna make | 
| Translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day | 
| Took a break with the wiz, gave the rhymes a break | 
| Busted hard enough to make the condom break | 
| No seeds, no sticks, no stems | 
| Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs | 
| I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well | 
| Mom sat listening to Sunday’s blues | 
| And I stuffed penny loafers that I stuffed a nickle into | 
| All-white Easter suit that won’t fit you | 
| Sent through Heaven to Hell to send dreams of | 
| Places once dwelled, but I feel for the green stuff. | 
| Swore I could fly back and say hi again | 
| But my money just no good, I needed time to spend | 
| Brought me back to my youth when I was grindin | 
| With no loot, book full of rhymes with the gold tooth | 
| With the scripture engraved over a picture of the days | 
| When I dreamt to be a richer? | 
| From the picture to the glass house | 
| Built for? | 
| to remember the soul once numbered: gone | 
| Gotta find it in her, and we happily concur | 
| Ever after, one blur | 
| Marry matching, one word: love | 
| Crumpled in notebooks you never saw | 
| A little thoughts and yada-yada, drama side | 
| Traumatized by fallin of in the water | 
| Which was softer than the ground-level | 
| Found? | 
| daisies without petals — how special? | 
| All loving, how could I forget you? | 
| My dedication to the music |