| I been thinkin bout it all the time
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| When I’m gone will they mourn me?
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| When I’m gone will they mourn me?
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| I think about it all the time
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| When I’m gone will they mourn me?
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| Man I been thinkin' bout my pops back in '89
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| Like how you work two jobs and say he fine
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| Knowin' damn well he movin' coke on the side
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| Countin bags and hopin he thrive
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| I feel it so deep inside
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| The pain of bearin' a child and it ain’t like nobody dies
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| So you coppin' extra guns, walkin' with army knives
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| Thoughts of losin' her and you can’t look in her mommy eyes
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| Three bodies hit my house tried rapin' my momma
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| They high off angel dust
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| You ran to the crib, did what an angel must
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| Popped the shotgun in their chest, my city dangerous
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| But we didn’t worry because you came with us
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| 16 years of survival you was my idol
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| Now Im on bridges and standing idle
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| In a world full of minor disputes over the title and
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| I just want our connection back that was vital
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| You ain’t ever seen no grown man cry
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| Until he start reflectin' back on Christmas time
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| When you and Amanda came back from the truck
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| And yall was sniffin' lines
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| It fuck with me knowing that you ain’t shit sometimes!
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| And everybody carry demons
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| You was suppose to be the God who brought faith to the odds now we just even
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| And Im inside my room grievin'
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| Some of your actions got me questionin' everything I believe in
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| Wheres God when you need him?
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| I spent so many years of my life as a child out here callin' for meaning
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| And you ain’t ever pick up the calls or receive 'em and
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| I’m strugglin' with all Im believing in
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| When I’m gone will they mourn me?
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| I think about it all the time
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| When I’m gone will they mourn me? |