| Wrote this with emotion
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| 3 days, 5 months, 10 years
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| And my heart still swollen
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| Pillowcase still soaked up from the tears
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| When I think about that day and you, mama
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| Been so long for me, mama
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| And it still don’t seem real
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| That you’re really gone from me, mama
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| Yeah
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| They say time heals wounds
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| I’m tellin' time hurry up
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| Cause if wounds don’t heal I just block things out
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| And I seal pain up
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| Cause after all this time all I got are these memories with ya
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| But even those start to fade
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| I swear we ain’t take enough pictures
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| Quit your job just to stay at home with me
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| You were never gonna let someone else raise your child
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| And even though we really needed money
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| Daddy started workin' overtime to even things out
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| When the night fall
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| You would cook the chicken with the red rice
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| Homemade meals for the three of us
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| And you taught me bout' love
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| And you taught me bout' prejudice, yeah
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| Some people gon' see the way we look
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| Listen to the way we speak and
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| Tell us that we don’t belong here
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| Crossville, Tennessee that’s the backwoods
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| Hate runs deeper than the Chevys and the John Deere
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| But don’t let them spite you, son
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| They are just some people like you, son
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| You a sinner just like them, son
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| And don’t forget that God loves them just like
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| He loves you, son
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| Wise words from a wise woman
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| Wish that you were still alive to tell me more
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| Cause this life’s like a minefield
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| Don’t know what I’m steppin' toward
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| I’m just, moving the Spirit inside me
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| You know with this music we don’t take these things lightly
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| Chillin' with the Tribe that’s my fam beside me
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| Never trippin' over whether people gon' like me yeah
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| That’s the confidence you taught me
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| I guess I really learned to fake it well
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| Cause they always see me with a real big smile
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| Even when I ain’t doin' so well
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| But I made that b-ball team like you
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| And you know I even tried to sing just like you
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| And you know I’m following my dreams just like you did
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| And I still get depressed just like you, did
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| They say to the Father, a day is like a second
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| And a minute’s like a year
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| So for you to be up in eternity with Him
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| I do not think that time for you is the same as it is down here
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| And there’s no sorrow so I guess you
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| Never get to see all of the times that I sin and I drop the ball
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| But that’s probably for my benefit
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| Cause if you were to see all of the junk that I’ve done
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| You’d probably smack my mug and all
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| Holy father, won’t you please send this message to my loved one:
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| Pretty mama, your heart lives on right in your son, yeah
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| No matter how much time that’s in this world
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| That pass me by, eh
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| I’ll be home with you
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| In the blink of an eye |