| I left you outside the gates of heaven
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| They wouldn’t let me in
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| I waved goodbye as you stepped within
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| It’s like hell on earth without you near
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| I named my daughter after you
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| So when she smiles it’s sorta like you’re still here
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| It’s kinda crazy how time flies
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| Twenty-five years since my grandmoms died
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| But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together
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| Those happy memories are so vivid, they’ll last me forever
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| And yet you’re still here somehow, I still feel your presence
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| I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence
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| In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics
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| I wouldn’t exist if you hadn’t persisted through the trenches
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| I wouldn’t have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence
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| Every verse I’ve ever written, your energy is kinetic
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| Though I’ve grown up, I’m still heartbroken, aching to cry
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| Hoping you’re the one holding open those gates when I die
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| I left you outside the gates of heaven
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| They wouldn’t let me in
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| I waved goodbye as you stepped within
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| It’s like hell on earth without you near
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| I named my label after you
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| So when I rhyme it’s sorta like you’re still here
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| It’s been a year, still in shock about exactly what happened to you
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| Made a song for you called «My Uncle»
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| I was just rapping to you
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| Just talking to you
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| I just saw you at my mother’s house
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| I can’t believe I just bought a coffin for you
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| We always feared that you would die from an overdose
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| God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole
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| But in the end, drugs didn’t kill you, cancer did
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| Why do good people die young?
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| I don’t know what the answer is
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| All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid
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| Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
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| And that’s pretty fucking cool, trust me
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| I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack
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| Honestly, it crushed me — Swept it under the rug
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| Started smoking weed and popping acid
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| But managed to not do the uglier drugs
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| We grew apart after my grandmother died
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| Homeless, in and outta jail, we stopped relating to each other’s lives
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| But years later, we connected once again
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| Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends
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| Though I’ve grown up, I’m still heartbroken, aching to cry
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| Hoping you’re the one holding open those gates when I die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When I Die , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Howie Made Me Do It 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп