| I was 16, when the bell on the phone rings
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| It’s my homie from church, an ex dope fiend
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| A little older, wore his heart on his shoulder
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| A hiphop head so we connected on the totem
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| Back then I’d kick verses and he’d be on the scrotum
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| I wish he were around to hear these verses that I wrote Him
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| Just to clear the air, confusion and misquotings
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| A good kid with black clouds following his motions
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| Like «hear ye hear ye» but they don’t hear me
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| The headline I’ve read for the tenth time, its eerie
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| «three dead, including Sunday school teacher
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| An ex dope fiend, turned extroverted church leader»
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| Is this real? |
| my hairs raised suddenly
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| I’m drowning in emotion while shivers swim subtly
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| I read on «an affair that ends tragic
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| Teachers pleads for life down the barrel of a magnum
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| Then point blank shot dead together with his lover
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| Before the lovers husband took his own life from him»
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| My eyes turned red, welled up a watered gaze
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| From hurt, fear, and let down in lots of ways
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| God! |
| Why would you allow this if you save?
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| When evil lurked within, why did my homie disobey?
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| We got one life, is it ok to be afraid?
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| At least we got that option stomping through this maze
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| Its ok to be afraid, many don’t have that option, that’s
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| So we mourn today
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| Here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same
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| I remember her soft skin and her caress
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| The mistakes that I made and her grace when I confessed
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| Like politics me and her it was complex
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| But all the stains would wash away, each time our minds
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| Connect
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| We had history, old school like a cassette
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| Together we opened doors, explored, she knew me best
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| I imagined us forever, ever, ever
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| But now I wish I never met her
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| Why won’t this feeling letup
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| I can’t forget her staring at our empty bed
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| The silence is screaming at me, so I stay awake instead
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| And in the sheets, there’s rooms for extra legs
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| On my phone no SMS, missed calls, or messages
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| From tying the knot, to farewell goodbyes and
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| My stomach twisted up in knots like Bear Grylls tied them
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| The start and end, it comes full sphere
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| From the cradle to the grave, I wish you were here.
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| Here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same
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| It’s been a little while since I seen your face, getting kinda hard to move on
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| But the pain is motivation, though its frustrating you don’t know what you have
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| until it’s gone… |