| Dear Jil
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| I’ve been trying to do my thing
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| Since you’ve been away
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| But I think about you everyday
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| It’s still hard
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| I’m still bitter
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| Still missin you sister
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| I pour out a little liquor
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| Spray your favorite perfume
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| We hit the blunt now and then
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| Bust out laughin and chokin
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| Cuz me and you really wasn’t bout no smokin
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| Your mom is coping, but it’s so rough
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| I can see it in her eyes
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| I can’t stand to be around her too long
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| She makes me wanna cry
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| Why do God sometimes take away the good ones
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| That’s the big question that’s got everybody stressin
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| Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers
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| Who can’t stop mourning for their sons and daughters
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| It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays
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| We try to keep busy, taking extra work days
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| My hurt days is when I go to ???
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| Cuz I ain’t got my girl to split it with
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| I really get sick
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| When I think about that dirty nigga
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| But mentally I know he’s gettin his
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| That makes me sleep better
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| I’m never gonna let your memory die
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| Even though a big part of me died when you left us |
| I bought my moms a house
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| The kids are gettin so big
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| Even got me a man and all
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| We call him Hotboy
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| Our kinda nigga
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| Thugged out, slugged up
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| Bad temper known for tearin shit up
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| He treats me nice though
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| But I wanna let you know that I’ma work hard
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| To stay on the right track and stay on guard
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| Lord knows that I love you, my friend
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| And I’ma end this until we meet again
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| I miss you, Jill
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| Fallen, fallen angels
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| I can’t believe that you are gone
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| I’m standing here all alone |