| They say that things just cannot grow
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| Beneath the winter snow
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| And so I have been told
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| You came into my mother’s life at the right time
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| More than a step-father, more of like a lifeline
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| She ain’t really had happiness since my pop died
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| She was living but living is always not alive
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| And my momma should be treated like a queen
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| You gave her everything she ever needed like a queen
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| Probably the most gentle G I ever seen
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| The love y’all shared I never seen in human beings
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| Y’all were together twelve years, never no fights
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| Not even a little argument, that was so nice
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| Three of us eating dinner together most nights
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| Working seven days a week, that ain’t no life
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| But never once did I hear you complain
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| Even when they let you go never hear you with blame
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| It take a real man to walk through the rain
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| He was a real man who got sick and fought through the pain
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| They say that things just cannot grow
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| Beneath the winter snow
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| And so I have been told
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| They say we’re very far
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| Just like a distant star
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| I simply cannot hold
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| I walked in that morning and knew something was wrong
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| I tried to talk to you Rock, you didn’t respond
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| I called 9−1-1 and then ran for my moms
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| Waiting for the ambulance and I tried to be calm
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| Moms went with you, I stayed and held down the fort
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| I was nervous, I was crying and really distraught
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| I was alone by myself, just left with my thoughts
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| Mommy called, told me that you had a stroke and fought
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| I ain’t seen a hospital since my father died
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| I don’t like it there, memories is locked inside
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| When I walked inside the room we started to cry
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| I was just so happy that you was alive
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| And you told you how much that you hate the hospital
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| And that they thieves are trying to keep their pockets full
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| I think I hold myself a little bit responsible
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| When you was smoking all the time I wasn’t stopping you
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| Nevertheless you came home and that was real
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| A lot of therapy and doctors gave you lots of pills
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| You couldn’t thrive anymore, you had to stop and chill
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| And that’s too much for anybody that can stop your will
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| But you never got back to your norm
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| You was proud, didn’t want any help from my mom
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| I left for tour and you asked me how long I’d be gone
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| And I could see inside your eyes you knew something was wrong
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| I got back mommy told me you was sick again
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| Couldn’t believe that we was going through this shit again
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| I love you Rock and I’m always gonna miss you friend
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| And for me it’s just the same story, different pen |