| I’d like to dedicate this song
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| To everyone who’s cried before
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| Who’s felt pain and suffering before
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| This just ain’t about me
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| But most importantly I’d like to send this song out to my family
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| I love my family
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| 'Specially my mother and my father
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| I wanna thank you for being so strong
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| God bless you, I love you
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| Sometimes I sit back, relax, sip on Cognac, reminscin
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| On how it used to be, when we were kids
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| Laughin at the things that we did (uh-huh)
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| Damn near broke but we knew how to live, peep the scene
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| Mom and dad, bustin they ass, 14 years
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| In the night they would pass, each other
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| Tryin to raise six of us — one sister, four brothers
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| Two deceased, laid to rest
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| And I miss you cats, what I wouldn’t give to bring you back
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| To fill the void that you left in my heart
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| Your last breath really tore me apart
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| And I’m sorry if I never said I loved you enough
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| I truly did
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| Ask, heaven, heaven — is there room for me?
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| Cause I believe, that’s where you’ll be
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| Waiting for me, at the end of a stairway to heaven
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| Aiyyo I swear to you, I’ll put it on the bible, no lie
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| On the days you guys died, I seen daddy cried
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| I was shocked, y’all know how tough pop is (f'real)
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| But he really turned soft when life stopped his kids (damn)
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| Speakin of kids? |
| Yours — beautiful
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| Promisin, beautiful, I wish you could see 'em
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| So much of life, with a touch of yo' light
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| And I’m doin my best, to make sure they alright
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| When I was young, some big kids stole my bike
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| Came home and told y’all and had it back that night
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| When I was older you started smokin and you sold my bike
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| I remember cause I cried all night; |
| I wasn’t mad
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| I was sad cause the crack had control of your life
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| And you couldn’t even put up a fight
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| You told me Dwight, I promise lil' brother, I’mma make it alright
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| You left home, and you died that night — damn I miss you
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| Thanksgiving day, came home, surprised the family (surprise)
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| Walked inside the crib, the mood was wrong (damn)
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| I heard my moms in the background screamin on the phone (dad what’s goin on?)
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| I rushed to get closer like yo mom, what’s wrong?
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| She said your brother’s buggin out, hurry up, take a look
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| I grabbed my brother Floyd and we started to book (run run)
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| It wouldn’t take long, he lived right around the block
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| I tried to stay strong, but I was shakin a lot (I'm scared)
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| Got there, ran up the stairs, he was stretched out in the lobby
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| A 7-year jail bid physique graced his body
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| I fell to my knees, like no Jerry please
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| I was frightened, he was fightin to breathe
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| Mumblin somethin «Heav' don’t let 'em take me I ain’t ready to leave»
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| I felt his clutch on the cuff of my sleeve, then it eased
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| He felt calm, as he died in my arms
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| OD’s off of heron, and just like that, he was gone
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| Thanksgiving day will forever be hard
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| Cause that’s the day we gave my brother to God, ma you hear me?
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| Thanksgiving day will forever be hard
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| Cause that’s the day we gave my brother to God, I love you
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| — 4X to fade (w/ ad libs) |